Two figures entered one after the other. One wore a long blue dress, her temperament cold as frost; the other wore a dark crimson brocade robe, his features seventy percent similar to Bai Tianle's.
The noisy discussions in the hall seemed to have been seized by the throat, falling abruptly silent.
The blue-clad woman's figure flickered. Everyone only felt their vision blur, and she had already appeared inside the third-floor private room where Ma Huaijin stood.
The woman in red was equally astonishingly fast, appearing behind Bai Tianle in an instant.
The moment Ma Huaijin saw who had come, his face turned deathly pale. "S-Sis... why are you here?"
Ma Huaiyu looked at him expressionlessly, without a trace of warmth in her cold eyes.
She raised a hand lightly, and then—
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Three resounding slaps landed across Ma Huaijin's face with such force that he staggered back two steps. Three bright-red palm prints immediately rose on his cheeks, burning with pain.
"Huaijin, you have disappointed me too much."
Ma Huaiyu's voice was not loud, yet it carried a chill that froze one's bones.
"What did you tell me back then? You said that though you were in Hundred Flowers City, your heart yearned for Lingshui Pavilion's proud backbone—unafraid even of being shattered to pieces, determined to leave purity behind in this world."
"You said you wished to borrow my Canglan Jade to properly experience it and temper your Dao heart. I believed you and lent you my token. But what did you do? You turned around and ran to Tianxiang Tower to compete for the Courtesan Queen's guest of honor!"
Covering his face, Ma Huaijin repeatedly begged for mercy. "Sis, I was wrong, I really was! Please stop hitting me!"
Ma Huaiyu ignored him and struck him with