Ban Shuxian held immense authority in He Taichong's heart. When he saw her slap coming, he actually forgot to dodge. A bright red handprint was clearly stamped across his old face, glaringly conspicuous.
As an outsider, Yin Liting could not say much, but he thought to himself, He Taichong only lost slightly in a martial contest. That is nothing unusual. Who in the martial world has never been defeated?
Yet Ban Shuxian's slap had truly disgraced the Kunlun Sect beyond measure.
Although Kunlun disciples often traveled through the Central Plains, its sect leader rarely set foot there. Though this trip to the Central Plains had other purposes, they had also intended to display Kunlun's might. Within Kunlun, Ban Shuxian had always been arrogant and overbearing, acting as though no one else mattered. She was hailed as the Supreme Sect Leader, and she accepted the title without hesitation. She cared even more about Kunlun's affairs than He Taichong did. Seeing He Taichong suffer such a tremendous loss of face, she was already burning with rage. When she noticed something strange in Yin Liting's gaze,
she knew he was not thinking kindly of them. Overcome by fury, she swung a slap at Yin Liting as well.
This was entirely beyond Yin Liting's expectations.
Though Ban Shuxian had approached him, Yin Liting had not been on guard. First, he had only just escaped a desperate situation after expending enormous effort. Now that he had relaxed, he could not gather even a trace of strength.
Second, Ban Shuxian was a member of the righteous path. Her hitting He Taichong was a matter between husband and wife, or an internal matter of the Kunlun Sect. Before so many people, how could she possibly turn around and launch a sneak attack on him? Did Kunlun no