The woman's features were exceptionally dignified and pure. Paired with the ruined bronze statue beside her, she carried something of a bodhisattva's air.
Yet the right half of her clothes was soaked in blood. She lounged lazily in the Buddha statue's embrace, while several warriors' corpses lay on the ground before her, making the entire scene strangely eerie.
"Heavenly Mandate Cult Master Shan Yuru?" Wanyan Chongjie had already recognized her. The two had met at the inn before. "How did she end up so badly injured?"
Song Qingshu said, "You saw how she was injured today."
Wanyan Chongjie was extremely clever and immediately understood. "So she was Bai Yuhuan."
Song Qingshu nodded. Recalling the look Hulagu Khan had given on the arena, it seemed he had indeed sent his men to hunt her down.
"This woman is surrounded by so many people, yet she is still this composed. I have to admit, I'm rather impressed," Wanyan Chongjie said.
Song Qingshu smiled. "She is merely putting on a front. A gunshot wound does not heal so easily." Still, Shan Yuru's bearing at this moment truly was enough to make hearts waver.
"Demoness, let's see where you can run to this time!" the leader of the warriors shouted.
Shan Yuru slowly opened her eyes, a smile as gentle as a spring breeze appearing on her face. "Am I not right here? Where did I run?" Her voice was soft and tender, making people instinctively pity her. Quite a few men present began breathing heavily.
"This woman really knows how to seduce people," Wanyan Chongjie spat. Only men would be fooled by that innocent appearance. Women all knew what kind of shameless temptress she truly was.
She glanced to the side and saw that Song Qingshu's expression remained unchanged. Relieved, she could not