Bai Ling stood outside Su Xin's princely residence, a complicated expression on her stunningly beautiful face.
Strictly speaking, Su Xin belonged to the same generation as her. Yet Su Xin had already reached the pinnacle of Jianghu, while she was barely managing to survive, scheming and struggling her way to the Yang Spirit Realm only after wasting so many years.
To outsiders, she was the White Lotus Sect's Holy Maiden, incomparably glamorous. But only she herself knew just how chaotic the White Lotus Sect truly was. Put nicely, she was the Holy Maiden; put bluntly, she was nothing more than a puppet.
At this moment, the martial artists passing through Feilong City cast subtle looks at the peerless beauty standing before the princely residence.
Jianghu rumors claimed that Lord Su was not fond of women. In truth, some martial artists were indeed so resolute that, before achieving greatness in martial arts, they abstained not only from women but from every external pleasure and temptation, like ascetics.
But Su Xin's cultivation had already reached the peak of all Jianghu. If he did not enjoy himself now, when would he?
A hero deserved a beauty. With her looks, this woman was a fitting match for Lord Su.
Even the guards outside the residence saw it that way. Thus, when Bai Ling requested an audience, their attitude was rather courteous.
Feeling the ambiguous gazes directed at her, Bai Ling offered no explanation.
She had always been an extremely pragmatic woman. If Su Xin wanted her to become his woman, Bai Ling would be more than willing.
There was nothing shameful about relying on the strong, especially a strong man like Su Xin—one so young and so powerful.
Unfortunately, she understood Su Xin well. Even if she threw herself at him, he likely would