Di Yuantian was shocked to hear that name from the red-haired woman's mouth, especially since not many knew about the existence of his ancestor, Di Tousen. Moreover, he had never seen the two people in front of him before, and their strength clearly surpassed his and all the cultivators he knew.
"Gah!" Di Yuantian screamed in pain as soon as the red-haired woman stabbed her dagger into his chest, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood. "Cough... I... I don't know what you mean... my ancestor died long ago... Arghh..."
The red-haired woman stared at Di Yuantian intensely as she twirled her dagger in his chest. "Don't test my patience! Where's Di Tousen!? If you still think about fooling us, I'll wipe out everyone in this sect."
"I don't—"
"This idiot thinks he's the smartest." The purple-haired man spoke as he lifted one of Di Yuantian's male disciples, who was lying helplessly on the floor. "This is your first warning."
