The Case of Fairy Purple Plume's Judgment

From a thicket just a few yards away from the bluestone came a sudden rustling.

Immediately after, a gray, grimy figure came scrambling out, rolling and crawling as he went. He clutched a bloodstained cloth bundle tightly in his hand, his face full of terror as he looked wildly around.

Purple Plume paused slightly, then slowly turned her head. Her gaze fell on the man, then flicked to the blood-dripping bundle in his hand.

The two stared at each other wide-eyed.

A moment later.

The corners of Purple Plume's lips slowly curled upward, and a glimmer of excitement flashed through her eyes.

Wasn't this a perfect opportunity for heroic justice to come knocking at her door?

"Halt!"

The girl in violet sprang to her feet. One hand behind her back, she formed sword fingers with the other and pointed straight at the man, crying in a clear voice, "In broad daylight, beneath the bright heavens, you dare commit murder and evil deeds here! Running into me, the Purple Frost Sword Hero, is your misfortune!"

The man froze. Feeling the unfathomably deep immortal aura emanating from her, his legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Spare me, heroine! This lowly one failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended you, heroine! I'll get lost right away, right away!"

Purple Plume curled her lip, seemingly finding this spineless coward who surrendered without a fight terribly boring.

Still, she had to go through the motions of upholding justice.

She took two steps forward, about to rebuke him.

Then hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from behind her.

"Benefactor... Benefactor, that thing belongs to this humble monk. You cannot take it!"

At the sound.

Purple Plume paused, then looked toward the voice.

A bald young monk came tumbling and scrambling out from