The old woman remained sitting on the cold floor, her silver mask lay beside her like a discarded relic, and the dark cavern was completely silent except for the pathetic ragged breathing of the old woman.
After the Yin-Illusion Flesh Art collapsed, the terrifying sect elder from moments ago looked no different from an ordinary seventy-eight-year-old grandmother.
Her back was bent.
Her breathing was uneven.
Even standing up looked difficult.
Gu Fan stared down at her wrinkled frail body heartbreak. The sheer contrast between the voluptuous, massive-breasted assassin from a few minutes ago and this incredibly ugly, centuries old hag was completely twisting his stomach.
Gu Fan stared at her for several breaths before shaking his head, "What terrible luck."
The old woman glared, "You still can't get over it?"
"I spent half the fight thinking I had encountered a beautiful demoness." Gu Fan sighed, "I did things to you in my mind, you wouldn't have even dreamt of."
