Within the Blazing Sun Martial Hall, Fang Can stood in the courtyard, gazing at the cold, beautiful woman before him.
She had a graceful figure and breathtaking features, yet an air of aloofness, as if she were surrounded by frost. Her bearing was so refined that she seemed like a block of ice that had endured for ten thousand years.
Her snow-white silk robes concealed her voluptuous figure, and her waterfall of icy-blue hair fell all the way to her calves.
At that moment, Liu Qingmeng studied Fang Can with a scrutinizing gaze, a hint of distaste in her eyes.
She had arrived when Fang Can and Ye Qingshi were embracing.
If she hadn't seen that Fang Can really was cultivating and hadn't gone any further in taking liberties with Ye Qingshi, she would have split the boy in half with a single sword strike.
Fang Can could clearly feel her contemptuous gaze and more or less guessed the reason. He simply said, "If my guess is right, you must be Senior Jiang's master."
At Fang Can's words, Liu Qingmeng raised an eyebrow. "How did you know?"
"My intuition has always been pretty good," Fang Can replied calmly.
With the Instinct of sixty people, he had just barely reached the threshold of precognition. Add in a slight boost to his intelligence, and Fang Can could see everything as if he were reading a script.
It was like a crime scene in a detective novel. He didn't need to know what had happened. He could simply follow his gut, guess the culprit, and then work backward, piecing together the process through a mixture of guesses and deductions.
"Intuition?" Liu Qingmeng's brows drew together slightly as she studied the young man before her.
"That's right." Fang Can looked at the elegant woman