Because of her religious devotion, the Lady of Peach Blossoms had always been pure and untainted in her daily life. Apart from her husband, no other man had ever touched her body—not even the Jin Emperor just moments ago. Now, her posture resembled someone crossing her arms over her chest, but her wrists were firmly locked from behind by Song Qingshu, leaving her entire body seemingly nestled against his embrace. Surrounded by the dense, masculine vigor of a man, she could not help feeling a mixture of shame and fury. "Let go!"
Song Qingshu had not realized that their current posture was somewhat overly intimate. Right now, his entire focus was on guessing her identity. "Who on earth are you?"
Seeing that he remained unfazed, the Lady of Peach Blossoms knitted her delicate brows, raised her knee, and delivered a whip kick straight toward Song Qingshu's lower abdomen.
Song Qingshu retracted both legs and clamped them firmly around hers. The Lady of Peach Blossoms exerted herself several times in succession, yet she was utterly unable to pull her leg free. Seeing her movements grow increasingly fierce, Song Qingshu frowned, reached out, and pressed a finger against her Jianjing Acupoint. The Lady of Peach Blossoms instantly felt the majority of her bodily strength drain away, leaving her devoid of any further capacity to resist.
"This martial art of yours seems to carry the shadow of the Persian Ming Cult..." Song Qingshu frowned, recalling the scene of his past battle against the Lord of Light. He still retained a vivid memory of the opponent's bizarre martial arts. Although the martial arts of the Lady of Peach Blossoms were far inferior in refinement to those of the Lord of Light, he could still discern some familiar traces within them. A certain person suddenly