Before he knew it, Lu Ye had been surrounded. There were no fewer than twenty cultivators encircling this place.
To gather so many people in such a short time and set up an encirclement here, it seemed Wind Flower Pavilion had begun searching for his trail the moment they entered. Otherwise, they could not have been so efficient.
For any cultivator, this was a dead end.
The tall woman approaching from the opposite side stared at Lu Ye with eyes brimming with fury, laced with a thread of pleasure.
Her great vengeance was about to be avenged. Of course she was pleased!
The tall, wasp-waisted woman stopped a dozen-odd zhang before Lu Ye. Two others stood beside her. One was a hugely fat woman, fat in a decidedly abnormal way. Even her voluminous robes could not conceal the folds upon folds of flesh around her stomach. Yet her skin was exceptionally fair, making her look like a plump white silkworm chrysalis.
The other was also a woman, petite and carefree-looking, with short hair casually tied behind her head. She carried a longsword across her shoulder. The blade was half again as long as she was tall, forming a striking contrast with her small frame.
"Senior Sister Qing, is this the guy?" Longsword Woman looked Lu Ye up and down as she spoke. Her gaze resembled Lu Ye's when he looked at an enemy—searching for the best place to strike.
The tall woman nodded faintly.
"He's not ugly. It would be a pity to kill him just like that." The plump white woman also studied Lu Ye, her eyes narrowing with a smile. "Can't we spare his life?"
The tall woman said coldly, "He certainly will not die so easily!"
The plump white woman covered her mouth and laughed, her laughter