Mage Sanzang simply didn't understand why these ugly women all felt so good about themselves.
It was his senior brother who had always been by his side, sharing life and death, riches and poverty, health and hardship. Throughout it all, he had journeyed alongside his senior brother.
Such feelings were not to be expressed to outsiders.
And certainly not something that could be swayed by any beauty.
These ugly women, or ugly demonesses, really couldn't figure it out, thinking too highly of themselves.
Watching the undisguised disgust in Mage Sanzang's eyes, Nine Heavens Mystic Girl's tiny head was filled with a huge question mark.
She didn't understand.
Where had she lost?
Back then, Emperor Xuanyuan had nearly died at her hands.
Was the Reincarnated Body of the Sage really all that impressive?
And what nonsense was it that he was far inferior to his senior brother?
"Mage, I..."
