"Hey, little brother Xiang, what are you doing here? Did they go to Fengxian County and find you?"
Wherever there were young martial heroes, there was Tang Rou. The moment she spotted Xiang Yuan, her eyes lit up. Inviting herself over, she warmly greeted him.
A few months apart, and Tang Rou was still as delicate as ever—she had not grown at all.
As usual, Xiang Yuan addressed her as Heroine Tang. His gaze swept across the gathered young martial heroes: men and women arranged in their respective groups, several dozen people in all, an imposing sight.
The group was getting bigger and bigger.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Sister. Why be so polite?"
Tang Rou was the familiar sort, carefree and openhearted. She dragged Xiang Yuan aside and introduced him to several senior and junior sisters from Sword Heart Studio. They were not all breathtaking beauties, but like plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, each had her own charm. Gathered together, they were especially pleasing to the eye.
The goofball strove to play the part of calm, with no mind to appreciate this tableau of a hundred flowers.
Mediocre goods. They were far inferior to Senior Sister White Dragon; even that Yellow Springs demoness who had yet to fully bloom was far beyond them.
With none of Doubi's usual frivolity, he clasped his hands in salute and said in a businesslike tone, "Heroine Tang, why are so many people gathered here? Saving someone is like fighting a fire. Is this the time to dawdle?"
Miss Wu had been abducted by rapists—three rapists, at that!
Did they know what that meant?
Xiang Yuan cultivated the Five Elements within, which fed back into his nine apertures. Having benefited from opening the front and rear yin