hearing xuanyue's words, anethole couldn't help turning his white eyes, and a picture appeared in his mind.

in a luxurious manor, two young girls, one big and one small, are talking together in a low voice.

the big ones look less than twenty, and the small ones are only eleven or twelve.

"YUESHA elder sister, my father told me that we girls don't need strong cultivation, as long as we are gentle and virtuous!"

the girl, who is 11 or 12 years old, said to the beautiful woman around her.

"your father lied to you. That's a girl in the ordinary world. We are cultivators. How can a cultivator not...