Ferry Boat

The lanterns hanging from the roadside shops had gone out.

White and golden figures fought with crackling blows in the alley, their force scattering in all directions, snuffing out lanterns and shattering roof tiles.

A row of shelves stood outside Old Hui Xian's shop. The goods had already been taken away before the alms round, leaving them empty. Now a burly man flew over and smashed the shelves to splinters with a crash. Repairing them was out of the question. Little Stone might get angry.

Before the Martial Monk could rise, a white boot stamped onto his chest and forced him back down!

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Bending over, she threw more than a dozen punches in succession, driving this fellow gleaming all over with gold into the earth. Still not satisfied, she leaped up and stomped down hard twice more. Not a single stone brick on the ground remained intact.

With one final kick, she sprang into the air, flipped twice, and landed off to the side, neither flushed nor short of breath.

Who held the upper hand was obvious at a glance.

She dusted off dirt that did not exist on her hands, marveling at how comfortable it felt to loosen one's muscles and bones with a fight. That barrage of old-fashioned punches had been utterly satisfying, leaving her whole body refreshed. She had only wanted to stretch her limbs today; if she truly intended to kill him, he would have died several times over already.

All of a sudden, she felt something inexplicable...

She kept feeling that this cold-faced fellow, who looked like an ascetic, seemed familiar, as though she had seen him somewhere before.

Having lived eight hundred years, she had met far too many people and demons to recall him at once. In any case, he