The Succubus held a wine cup in her hand, her cheeks gradually flushing.
Tu Xiuyun narrowed her eyes and fell into deep thought, wondering how she should respond next.
Should she continue staying here? Or ask about something else? Yet she could not detect the slightest flaw in the Succubus's expression. Or rather, she was certain that even if she spoke, she would not get the answer she wanted.
She had once been Sunset City's most celebrated prodigy. Although the spirit sword in her hand had never been stained with blood, no one had ever dared challenge her.
The world had once praised her: "One sword beyond compare, unmatched by all."
Yet ever since she got married—or rather, since she gave birth to Ye Honglian—she had not touched that spirit sword in who knew how many years.
Thus, faced with the questioning of a strange woman, Tu Xiuyun did not know how to answer for a moment. She merely smiled faintly and took another sip of wine.
After a while, she smiled.
Fine. No matter who this woman was, as long as she did not harm the Ye Clan, it had nothing to do with her. She was not the city lord, Yan Wuhen. Even if something earth-shattering happened in Sunset City, she would not so much as furrow her brow.
With that thought, Tu Xiuyun smiled faintly. "Since that arrow was not your doing, I'll leave after I finish this cup of wine."
"Oh!"
The Succubus nodded at her words.
Yet at that very moment, she raised her head as though looking into the distance, a smile lingering at the corner of her lips.
Never more than three times. She had already fought twice today.
Since the woman before her did not wish to fall out with her, she