Jiang Ruoxu withdrew his hand.
The Black and Red Envoys felt the pressure abruptly vanish, breaking free from that suffocating sense of death. Both of them wore expressions of surprise and confusion.
The Black-faced Envoy said, "Eh, Jiang Ruoxu stopped!"
The Red-faced Envoy said, "Does he think he can't beat us?"
The Black-faced Envoy said wisely, "I think it's because he's a Sword Spirit, a Nascent Soul—in other words, a ghost. We're people. We can't touch him, but he can't touch us either!"
"That makes sense. Then what are we afraid of?" the Red-faced Envoy said.
"Exactly, he can't hit us anyway."
The Black-faced Envoy stretched out a finger, crooked it at Jiang Ruoxu, and shouted, "Come hit me!"
Jiang Ruoxu remained expressionless and motionless.
Seeing this, the two became even more certain of their guess. The Red-faced Envoy also extended a finger and said arrogantly, "Jiang Ruoxu, come hit me!"
"You two idiots!"
Jiang Ruoxu waved his hand and delivered two slaps. With two crisp smacks, the two slaps landed respectively on the Envoys' left and right cheeks. They immediately flew off in opposite directions, flying backward dozens of yards before crashing to the ground and passing out.
Then,
Jiang Ruoxu looked toward the sedan chair and said calmly, "You're the Penglai Island Saintess these two idiots were looking for?"
The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted.
Xiaobai stepped out. The innocent expression of a child was gone from her face, and the clarity and purity in her eyes had vanished as well. She cupped her hands toward Jiang Ruoxu and said, "When I was still alive back then, you were only in some corner of the Jiang Kingdom. By the time you became famous, I was already dead. I never caught your era. What a pity."
Jiang