"It's you? You infiltrated the World Association for ten years. What were you after?"
The moment Li Wan'er pulled off her human-skin mask, Xiongba and the others recognized her.
"Do you even need to ask? I was having fun, of course. Experiencing life.
Come on, these kids are still good at heart. Why don't you let them go?
Or do I need to save them myself?"
"Hmph. I'd like to test your martial arts!" Xiongba was never going to release them just because she asked.
But the instant he finished speaking, a kick landed on his backside and sent him flying more than ten meters.
"Heh. You really do like getting beaten up?"
"You..."
Xiongba got to his feet, gave Li Wan'er a wary look, then turned and left.
"You..."
Bu Jingyun, in particular, had rarely treated Li Wanyi kindly. Now that she had saved him, even someone known as the Death God Who Never Cried felt deeply awkward.
"Oh, my young master. You've changed quite a bit since I left the World Association."
"I wouldn't dare!"
"At your current strength, killing Xiongba won't be easy. Besides, he held back when he taught you those techniques.
If you want to kill him, go to the China Pavilion in Qingyang Town. Someone there may be able to guide you."
She was about to leave when she glanced at the three sickly-looking men. Taking out three Blood Bodhi, she flicked one into each of their mouths.
"Refine them yourselves. They're for healing.
I'd hate for Xiongba to kill you the moment my back is turned."
"Thank you, Miss Wan'er!"
Before the words had faded, she was gone. Her voice drifted back from afar: "No need!"
The martial world churned with upheaval. Li Wanyi traveled from place to place, "drawing inspiration" from countless