The female disciple had a rounded, shapely backside and a graceful figure.
Now her feet caught on something, and she pitched straight toward Li Chuan's arms.
It was easy to imagine: all Li Chuan had to do was reach out and catch her, and they would end up in a perfect "embrace."
The female disciple was called Xiao Lin. Beneath her panicked expression lurked a hint of slyness.
In her eyes, no man could refuse such a tempting offer delivered right to his doorstep.
Li Chuan watched Xiao Lin's pretty face draw closer and closer. The floral fragrance at the tip of his nose seemed within reach.
But, to everyone's surprise, Li Chuan stepped straight back, his expression wary.
"Ah!" Xiao Lin cried in dismay. Caught off guard, she landed face-first in the dirt.
Zhuang Beiwang and Li Qing gaped, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.
A beautiful woman had fallen right in front of you, and you didn't even help her up?!
Li Chuan's expression remained calm, as if answering their looks:
"She was sneaking around. Who knew if she was an assassin?"
Zhuang Beiwang was so anxious he slapped his thigh. The beauty was about to fall right into your arms, and you were wondering if she was an assassin?!
Xiao Lin scrambled to her feet and brushed the dust from her face, her eyes aggrieved.
"Senior Brother Li, I only wanted to ask you how to practice the stance. I'm no assassin!"
Li Chuan let out a sigh of relief and asked:
"What are you having trouble with?"
A trace of smugness flickered across Xiao Lin's face.
"You can ask Beiwang. I have other things to do."
With that, Li Chuan left without another word.
Zhuang Beiwang sidled up to her with a fawning grin.
"Junior Sister