One of the two, a young lady, muttered quietly, “The powerful cultivators of the nine daoist sects are all here. The two of us are from the Devil Sect, so I can’t help but feel as if we’re walking straight into a tiger’s den.”

The older one scolded her. “It’s the Holy Sect! What Devil Sect?”

The young lady couldn't help but grumble, “That’s what everyone calls it though, and I think it sounds pretty good.”

“Other people call us the Devil Sect to slander us. Why are you also saying it? Did your brain rot or something?” the older one replied in annoyance.

“But doesn’t even master call us the Devil Sect sometimes?” the young lady retorted, sticking out her tongue. She hugged the older one while acting like a spoiled child.

The other disciples all glanced at them. They thought to themselves, That woman is so ugly, and yet is still trying to act cute; how disgusting. But that little tongue of hers is still pretty cute…

The young lady shot all of them a look and said, “If not for the fact that we can’t let our identities...