"Miss, please look elsewhere."
Cui Yuesheng of the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Pavilion spoke.
Shen Xiuhua's exquisitely beautiful eyes held a trace of menace. "As a member of the Heaven One Sect, are you really so timid?!"
Cui Yuesheng frowned slightly and snorted. "Watch your words, miss. You belong to the Disaster Clan. Though your gifts are heaven-sent, you lack a Heavenly Prodigy's good fortune. I must consider our sect's million disciples."
"Hmph. Even a great sect's blessings cannot withstand the calamities I bear."
Shen Xiuhua sneered, contempt showing in her eyes.
Cui Yuesheng's expression turned cold. "Keep spouting nonsense, and calamity will descend upon you immediately!"
Feeling the pressure radiating from him, Shen Xiuhua tightened her slender fingers slightly, unwilling to retreat. She cultivated the Sword Dao and had already made inquiries. Of all the factions present, only the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Pavilion suited her best. She also wanted to learn its Emperor Sword Style.
If she backed down now, she would never have another chance.
As light flickered in her almond-shaped eyes, a figure drifted over, trailing the reek of wine.
"Miss, if this place will not have you, another will. Why cling to it?"
The red-nosed old man spoke with a chuckle, standing beside her.
Shen Xiuhua turned her eyes slightly. Sensing the power concealed within the Red-Nosed Old Man, her gaze sharpened. "Which sect are you from? Will you accept me?"
The red-nosed old man thought that this little girl truly had no idea how to speak tactfully. Announcing his affiliation before the Ten Thousand Mountains Sword Pavilion would only invite needless trouble. He chuckled and said:
"Let's talk somewhere else."
Cui Yuesheng narrowed his eyes slightly, recognizing the red-nosed old man. His brow lifted as he said indifferently:
"How bold of Great Dream Nine