"This... isn't that a little too absolute? And I haven't even said what it's about yet..." I was somewhat dumbfounded. Could Zuo Qingxuan actually predict the future or something? She hadn't seemed this formidable when she was the sect master of the Arctic Immortal Sect.
"Someone told me. Don't underestimate the Women's Legion. Besides, I'm also the president of the Hometown Association." Zuo Qingxuan spoke coldly. When she faced me, her eyes held little emotion, clearly because that was simply her temperament.
There truly were people in this world who were genuinely free of worldly desires. They could easily devote themselves wholeheartedly to a single task. Zuo Qingxuan was one of them, which was why her swordsmanship was so excellent and had formed its own school. On top of that, the Arctic Immortal Sect's heritage was by no means weak. Even now, I still remembered how formidable her move "Linking Swords and Supporting the River" had been.
Moreover, Zuo Qingxuan's brief, astonishing appearances before me during several great battles had left a deep impression. She always appeared in a green shadow, embodying the transcendent immortal elegance pursued in that sword hymn: "Jade waters fill the courtyard, cold mist resounds; green shadows join branches, the sword supports the river. You journey to the Spring of Longing as if to an old border; tomorrow, fresh winds adorn the crimson clouds."
So I wasn't surprised at all that Wang Yuanyi liked a woman like her. A woman so lofty and unattainable, as though she stood above the white clouds—how beautiful and captivating she was.
"All right, Wang Yuanyi is actually quite good, especially when it comes to comprehension." I smiled. When playing matchmaker, one had to speak of flaws as though they were virtues.
But Zuo Qingxuan was completely uninterested. She said, "I