The Perfect Man

"Bright Holy Land, Hua Qinglian."

A slender man in white strolled out of the forest with effortless grace. His feet did not touch the ground; a faint layer of white light supported them, as though he were walking upon white gauze. A man and a woman followed behind him.

The man was a huge bald fellow, fat-faced and big-eared, his chest bared and a smile forever hanging on his face.

The woman was quite young, around seventeen or eighteen, with her hair tied in a ponytail. Yet her cultivation was by no means low; powerful waves of primordial qi emanated from within her. That handsome man whose feet never touched the ground was Hua Qinglian, whom Ning Xiaochuan had met before. The people following behind him were the Bright Holy Land's junior sister and Lu Shixiong.

In order to save those escorted human cultivators, the Bright Holy Land had suffered grievous casualties. Only the three of them had survived.

Ning Xiaochuan became wary. He did not know whether they were enemies or friends. Although they had fought the mysterious beast army together before, that had been against outsiders, so naturally they had stood united against a common foe.

But conflict within humanity had never ceased. Sometimes, it was even crueler than fighting foreign races.

Holding a White Staff, Hua Qinglian moved with elegant manners. His voice was gentle and pleasing to the ear as he said, "Thank you, Daoist, for helping earlier and allowing countless human cultivators to escape alive. Hua is deeply grateful!"

"No need for thanks. I was only doing what I should have done!" Ning Xiaochuan frowned slightly. He kept feeling that Hua Qinglian's voice was far too "delicate."

Though it was pleasant to hear, it lacked the ruggedness and depth a man ought to possess.

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