Capítulo 156: Gift of Fuxian

She said: "An Ice cultivator, I see. Choi Sung, your body truly is tougher than normal, I should have understood that it was not some divine physique but just hidden cultivation. Which sect are you from?" She smirked. "And I couldn't sense a whiff of cultivation in you, you have a good technique to hide your power."

Choi Sung distanced himself even more.

"From your mother's sect, bitch!"

He began retreating from the area itself. 

He was no cultivator. He was a C-rank Hunter.

"Sigh," the old woman stretched her back. "This generation's kids have no respect."

"Are you someone to respect?" The Buddhist clasped his hand.

"The strong… should be respected. No matter who they are. And I will teach you why."

The old woman looked up at the sky and her appearance began to change. She slowly began turning into a towering… old man. Lean muscles, long grey hair, cold black eyes, and a menacing, demonic laugh.