Looking Down

"Gao Xian of the Profound Bright Church."

"Zhi Zhen of the Daluo Sect."

Gao Xian smiled as he cupped his hands in greeting, while Zhi Zhen across from him solemnly performed a formal salute.

Facing Zhi Zhen again, Gao Xian could not help marveling at her Bright and Flawless purity. She was like crystal glass, clear through and through, within and without. That immaculate, otherworldly bearing possessed an extraordinary kind of beauty.

It had nothing to do with whether Zhi Zhen was male or female. Just as when one looked upon the sun, moon, and stars in the nine heavens, one would not think of their sex, only marvel at their sublime splendor.

Yet Gao Xian was still quite curious. "My family has an old saying: 'If you don't understand, ask.' There is also the saying that humility makes one progress, while pride makes one fall behind."

"There is something I don't understand, and I would like to ask you about it, Daoist friend."

Zhi Zhen answered very seriously, "Why be so polite, Daoist friend? Just say what you wish to say."

"Are you male or female, Daoist friend?" Gao Xian asked curiously.

The many Daluo Sect cultivators in the hall all showed anger. At the final showdown, Gao Xian had actually asked Zhi Zhen whether she was male or female. To them, it was simply a provocation.

The cultivators from the other sects also wore rather complicated expressions. Bringing up such a topic before a duel, Gao Xian truly did seem a little too improper.

Some geniuses, such as Yue Kunlun and Yin Jiuli, felt that this was Gao Xian's tactic to seize the initiative—to throw Zhi Zhen's mind into disarray through this question.

Taining could not help whispering to Qingle, "Could it be that Senior Brother has taken