Chapitre 1850: Picking weapons

"Someone!" He gave a shout. 

"Ghost Elder." A devilry cultivator came in and saluted respectfully.

"Go and get me a woman." He said in a gloomy voice.

The devilry cultivator's eyes flashed. "Ghost Elder, we caught several women from the Silk Tree sect. Those women are all first-class in appearance and figure. Why don't I bring them over?" 

"Silk Tree Sect?" Ghost Elder squinted and waved away. "What are you still doing? Go quickly!"

"Yes, yes." The devilry cultivator replied and went out immediately.

Not long after, the devilry cultivator brought two enchantingly beautiful women over. Perhaps, he had told those two, so there was no trace of dissatisfaction on their faces. When they came inside, they saluted ceremoniously.

"Ghost Elder."