Ning Xiaochuan naturally did not believe in something like "fate." Nie Lanzhi was simple-minded, while he had seven minds; they were simply not walking the same road.
When Nie Lanzhi met Ning Xiaochuan's eyes, her pear-blossom-white cheeks flushed crimson with a swish. She kept blinking at him, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Huo Bufan's heart trembled. Could it be that the Little Marquis had taken a fancy to this woman too?
She was a peerless beauty. If he could not have her for himself, that would be far too great a pity!
Ning Xiaochuan's gaze lingered on Nie Lanzhi for only an instant before shifting away. He nodded and said, "Not bad. All of them are not bad. Men, bind them all and escort them to Guiyuan City. This Commander will interrogate them one by one."
Huo Bufan had long known that none of the noble young masters in the Imperial City were decent people. They were bound to covet beauty, but he had not expected Ning Xiaochuan to be so greedy, taking every woman away for himself.
That was far too ruthless! He should at least leave others a sip of soup, shouldn't he?
Huo Bufan lowered his voice by Ning Xiaochuan's ear. "Little Marquis, the Imperial Court has encircled and suppressed the One Yuan Sect. The Imperial Court's next target should be the Heavenly Sound Sect. These women must know quite a few military secrets. Our Sky Knight Camp has quite a knack for severely interrogating prisoners. If you let us take a few away, we will surely force useful intelligence out of them."
How could Ning Xiaochuan not know what Huo Bufan was plotting? The martial artists of every other sect had been killed, while only the female disciples of the Heavenly Sound Sect had been left behind.