Deep in the courtyard, inside a small pavilion, four young women sat together.
They were all waiting for Chen Xia to arrive, but they had waited and waited without seeing her.
"This doesn't make sense... Why hasn't Little Xia come yet?"
Chen Yu, who wore a close-fitting long dress and was a Martial Warrior of the Chen Clan but worked as a housewife, asked in confusion.
By rights, Jiang Lin should have finished long ago after coming from Jiang Lin and then walking the Martial Cliff Road. Could that Jiang Lin really last that long?
"Not sure. Could Jiang Lin have fainted on the Martial Cliff Road, with Little Xia dealing with it?"
Another young woman named Chen Tantan rubbed her pointed chin in confusion.
Chen Yuanyuan: "Could something have happened?"
Chen Yue: "What do you mean?"
Chen Yuanyuan: "Think about it. Jiang Lin is a very powerful Sword Cultivator, after all. Grandpa said he's already a Jade Purity Realm Sword Cultivator. What if, after we made things so difficult for him, he became enraged from humiliation?"
Chen Yu: "Yuanyuan has a point. How about... we go take a look?"
Chen Yue: "Yes, I agree."
Chen Tantan: "Then let's go."
The young women couldn't stop worrying about their sister.
Although Chen Xia was a Sixth Realm Pure Martial Warrior, if Jiang Lin suppressed her with swordsmanship, she wouldn't stand the slightest chance. Besides, they had heard that Jiang Lin was the greatest Flower-Picking Thief in the Vast and Righteous World.
What if Jiang Lin became enraged from humiliation and something happened to Little Xia? How would she ever get married...
After agreeing, the young women all rose and prepared to head toward the Martial Cliff Road.
"Yu'er, are you holding another tea party here?"
"Huh? Where's Little Jia? Hasn't she