It was suffocatingly hot outside, but this man was wearing a thick coat as if he had a bad cold. It seemed like he didn't have many days left to live and couldn't be moved even with four beautiful women standing right before him.
"The Dragon King's women," he said. Except for a slight movement of his lips, the muscles of his face was as stiff as iron. And he indeed couldn't be moved by the beauties in front of him; his shrill voice and beardless chin had clearly given away his identity.
The four women who had been at loggerheads just moments ago exchanged a glance. Being in the same dangerous situation made them put aside their disputes for the time being. Shangguan Ru stood out and asked, "You are a disciple of the Essence Pavilion?"
"The pavilion is gone, and there are no disciples anymore."