Beauty?
What a marvelous word beauty was.
When Cangjie had created the characters, he must have had some dream that drew him in, or heard some indescribable immortal melody, before he thought of the character "beauty," which represented all the beautiful things in the world.
That character later came to be closely associated with women.
Women took pride in beauty, and most of their comparisons with one another were contests of beauty.
Unlike men, who compared strength, power, and wealth.
Was beauty not superior to strength that bred violence, power too lofty to reach, and money reeking of vulgar copper stench? It neither fought nor competed, yet brought joy to both body and soul.
Yet Jiang Dali now felt both pleased and uncomfortable. He desperately wanted to punch the "woman" before him for daring to flaunt her beauty in front of him.
It had been a long time. Ever since he had first sparred to his heart's content with the beauty Xu Wei, Green Robe Pavilion's Xu Waiwu, back at the stronghold, he had not practiced boxing with a woman for a very long time. He was practically about to erupt.
He had seen beautiful women from all over the world. Wanwan, Wang Yuyan, and Murong Qingqing by his side were all peerless beauties, but if one were to name someone with a temperament as unique and charms as varied as Dongfang Bubai's, there truly seemed to be no one else. Yet this one was truly too much for him to handle.
He immediately drew over the wine gourd that had flown past him while he was distracted, took a huge swig, then fiercely flung it back. "Dongfang, drink! Drink up! I see you're not drunk enough yet. You actually dare tease me? If you won't drink, then let's fight.