The Green White Dispute

When he saw Cao Ci, Chen Ping'an cupped his fists and smiled. "You agreed to teach Pei Qian boxing through four bouts in the Great Duan capital. Thank you."

Cao Ci smiled and nodded, accepting the young Yin Guan's thanks without reservation. In those four bouts when Pei Qian had challenged him years ago, every punch he threw had been carefully considered. He had put real thought into teaching her, and since that was the truth, he saw no reason to deny it.

Besides, in the third bout, when Pei Qian's momentum was at its strongest, her boxing intent at its highest, and her moves at their freshest, Cao Ci had taken two punches from her, both to the face. However he looked at it, he was still the one losing out if Chen Ping'an offered only a word of thanks. As for the final bout after three consecutive losses, the young female Martial God had pushed herself a little too hard. She had thrown together all manner of moves, fighting in a rough Jianghu Style.

Cao Ci stood before him in white, without a speck of dust on him.

When Chen Ping'an had met Cao Ci atop the city wall as a boy, he had only thought that this peer of his, dressed in a Snow White Robe and handsome as an immortal, was too lofty to reach.

Looking at him now, Chen Ping'an understood at a glance. Cao Ci's robe was an immortal family Daoist Robe of immortal-weapon rank. According to an obscure entry in the Summer Palace archives, the founding emperor of the Great Duan Dynasty, a man blessed with deep fortune, had once owned a wondrous Daoist Robe called "Great Snow." Worn by an Earth Immortal cultivator, it was like a Sage presiding over a Small