One had to know that the further one climbed on the path of martial arts, the fewer people there were who could behold its scenery. Celestials were supreme experts second only to those who had attained the Dao. They usually appeared like divine dragons that showed their heads but never their tails; an ordinary person might not see even one in an entire lifetime.
Yet the well-matched, loving couple in the roadside tavern were both Celestial masters. Their origins were certainly far from simple.
Nor was that all. Before the husband and wife made their move, a hazy Bewitching Divine Power had spread around their bodies, blocking others from probing them.
More precisely, it bewildered others, preventing experts from seeing through their true depth and substance. Only when they acted and broke through this Bewitching Divine Power themselves did their martial cultivation reveal itself.
Even Nan Fenglan, with her cultivation, had been caught off guard. She had failed to notice anything unusual about the pair earlier, and her expression turned exceptionally ugly—ashamed and furious, with three parts killing intent mixed in. Did they take her for a sickly cat, one anyone could stroke twice?
Once the Pearl of the Imperial Capital, and later the dangerous rose of the Divine Constable Gate, she had never been someone with an easy temperament.
"What do you two mean by this? You are neither their companions nor my enemies, so why are you stopping me?"
Nan Fenglan maintained her previous posture, her graceful body seated upright to Xiang Yang's right. Her breath was fragrant as orchids. One hand rested on her thigh, while the other emerged from her sleeve and lay open before her on the table.
Dense, unceasing chains of true qi surged from her outstretched palm, gripping those jianghu men sprawled like