The Woman, Nine Leaves

"You mean That Person, Willow God's master?" Ye Feng asked the White-Clothed Woman.

The White-Clothed Woman nodded.

The White-Clothed Woman pondered for a moment, then looked at Ye Feng in surprise. "Have you met Willow God's little sister?"

"Willow God's little sister?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly. Then he remembered that the White-Clothed Woman possessed the strength of an Immortal King and had lived through countless ages. It was only natural for her to call Willow God her little sister.

"Hey, human brat, I've already repaid your favor. As for whether you can win my... ahem, hehe, my woman, that'll depend on your own abilities." The burly man laughed smugly, his face filled with cunning.

"Shut up."

The White-Clothed Woman furrowed her delicate brows and rebuked the burly man. He seemed rather afraid of her and did not continue arguing with her. He shifted slightly to the side and obediently stood there, no longer mocking or teasing Ye Feng.

"You have met Willow God's little sister?" the White-Clothed Woman continued asking Ye Feng.

Ye Feng nodded faintly.

"Is she well now?"

"She's alive."

"Alive... that's good..."

The White-Clothed Woman looked toward the Earthen Jars bound by chains atop the altar. Her eyes held a fond expression. Some of the beings sealed within those Earthen Jars had once been generals under her command. "Can you save them as well?"

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. I have conditions."

"Tell me."

"What is your name?" Ye Feng asked.

The White-Clothed Woman fell silent, calmly gazing at Ye Feng.

The burly man was startled for a moment, then the corners of his lips curved into a smug smile. "Haha, are you already so eager to pursue her? Let me tell you, her name is Nine Leaves."

"Can we begin now?" The White-Clothed Woman