Unless the other party wanted to end up like those fiends from the Extreme Demon Dao and Ascension Dao, hunted down by the Dao Alliance and every Human Race faction.
If that was the case, then the current situation was exactly what she wanted to see—and was also the most advantageous for her.
After weighing the pros and cons, she stopped paying attention to the situation below and turned her gaze toward the young man hovering motionless in the distance.
"Could he be that lecher?"
His expression and movements—even the tone of his voice—were exactly the same as that lecher's.
But his face was completely different.
"During our last fight, did he use some special method to change his appearance and build, or did I mistake him for someone else?"
Just as Meng Ru Yan was pondering what had happened, the young man looked in her direction.
She quickly averted her eyes and stopped paying him any more attention.
After all, given the situation, it didn't matter whether that young man was the scoundrel who had attacked her at Demon Suppression Pass.
She didn't dare verify his identity.
If he really was that man, and she tried to avenge herself for what had happened that day, then without using the Devil Race's Cultivation Techniques or revealing her true strength, she would likely be subdued by him on the spot.
And if she exposed her identity as a member of the Devil Race, all the Human Race warriors present would likely join forces to attack her.
So she committed the young man's face to memory, holding back the restlessness in her heart.
She decided to wait and see how things unfolded, then look for a chance to test his true identity.
Meanwhile, Pei Jingqiu stared at the situation below, momentarily