Seeing that her beloved's attention was not on her at all, Shi Xiangyun pouted. In the girl's heart, everything else was secondary; only her beloved's constant concern and affection mattered most.
But on second thought, Brother Wei was a man, so it was only natural for him to care more about matters of ambition. With several great experts locked in a chaotic battle, this was a rare opportunity to observe them. Brother Wei had always loved martial arts, so his reaction was not strange at all.
With that thought, Shi Xiangyun instantly beamed again. A girl deeply in love had all her thoughts fixed on her beloved, as though she could forgive him no matter what he did.
Following her beloved's gaze, Shi Xiangyun watched Song Qingshu fight the Beggar's Clan's two great experts with dashing grace and could not help sighing inwardly. I never noticed he was rather handsome before, but compared to my Brother Wei, he still falls short.
Song Qingshu had already exchanged dozens of moves with the two. If he had faced either one alone, he would have captured him long ago. Yet the two often covered for each other and neutralized his attacks, making them far more troublesome.
"One possesses the Muscle-Tendon Scripture, while the other practices the Star-Absorbing Art, yet they give me the feeling that they share the same origin. How strange." Song Qingshu frowned deeply. One of them cultivated righteous divine arts, while the other used the Demonic Cult's wicked techniques, but for some reason, their martial arts were eerily similar, as if they had come from the same master. Otherwise, they could never coordinate so seamlessly and would have long since been defeated by him.
"Let me see your true face." Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly vanished into