The Holy Martial Realm

"You've mistaken me for someone else."

In an instant, Shi Lan came to her senses. She shook her head slightly, then turned and walked out of the tavern.

For various reasons, Shi Lan didn't want to get too involved with the Confucian Sect.

As the saying went, those who followed different paths could not make plans together. Her ideals did not align with those of the Confucian Sect. Besides, she and Lu Chengye had merely met by chance; there was no need to form a deep connection.

Wu Lingkong raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She rose and followed.

"Miss, please wait. If I've offended you, allow me to..."

Seeing Shi Lan's cool reaction, Lu Chengye's heart tightened. Thinking that his discourteous behavior had displeased her, he hurried after her, intending to apologize.

Unexpectedly, the moment he stepped within five paces of the woman ahead, a surge of true energy suddenly struck him.

A soft white glow abruptly lit up around Lu Chengye, enveloping him.

Boom!

A string of footprints, nearly an inch deep, was stamped into the bluestone floor. Lu Chengye staggered back five or six steps before barely managing to steady himself.

What rich, powerful true energy!

Lu Chengye lowered his gaze to the footprints on the floor, a trace of alarm flashing in his eyes. He hadn't reacted at all just now; the awe-inspiring qi within him had protected him of its own accord.

Fortunately, the flow of true energy had not been overbearing, nor had it carried any intent to harm him. He had only been left somewhat disheveled and hadn't been injured.

Once he had steadied himself, Lu Chengye looked up and around. The two women from before had already vanished.

"Brother Lu, are you all right?"

"That woman was terribly rude. We'd barely exchanged