Chen Zhitang naturally knew nothing of his thoughts, and her expression inevitably grew somewhat helpless.
This time, she had merely refrained from killing the figure in the painting immediately out of regard for her own status. She had never expected such a serious oversight to result.
Threats?
Those in the martial world of the upper three grades might fear being hunted down by her.
But an expert who had cultivated to the Great Grandmaster Realm possessed a firm will and seldom changed his mind because of threats.
This held true for the Martial Path.
It also held true for the paths of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Anyone who could cultivate a discipline to the Extreme Realm possessed a disposition beyond that of ordinary people.
Stubborn, steadfast, ruthless, upright, kind-
And so on.
There were countless paths, all pressing forward without retreat.
Thus, this was difficult.
Chen Zhitang looked at the black-clad man before her. Killing him would not do, but neither would sparing him.
If she killed him...
This was merely someone else's avatar. She could not hurt him in the slightest, and might very well provoke his resistance.
If she spared him...
She was, after all, the Willow-Folding Sword, renowned throughout the world.
If word of today's events spread, she would lose face.
Though others might not necessarily laugh at her, her old acquaintances, friends, and relatives would probably make a few jokes.
Those Earthly Immortals, for instance.
With quite a headache, Chen Zhitang asked, "Are you truly unwilling to tell me who you are?"
"Rest assured. I guarantee that as long as this information doesn't leak, I will never trouble you."
"My identity?"
"Of course."
A hint of amusement appeared in the eyes of the figure Chen Yi controlled. "I am Zhao Yi, son of Marquis Zhaowu