Before anyone knew it.
A stunning woman in green robes stood gracefully in the air above Clear Mist Cliff. Her sleeves fluttered gently in the mountain wind, as though she might ride the wind away at any moment.
Everyone looked up and saw skin fairer than snow, delicate features, black hair cascading like a waterfall, brows like distant mountains brushed with dark dye, and eyes like rippling autumn waters.
Most remarkable were her eyes. Amid their coolness lingered a hint of compassion, as though they had seen through all the strife and helplessness of the mortal world.
She was tall and slender, with a moon-white silk sash tied around her waist, making her slim waist seem too delicate to encircle in one hand.
As the mountain wind blew, her robes briefly clung to her body, faintly revealing her exquisitely curvaceous figure.
Upon seeing who had arrived, Protector Cen's expression changed abruptly. He hurriedly bowed. "Greetings, Saintess Qingyi."
The woman gave a slight nod, her gaze falling upon the man in the middle of the crowd, trapped between advance and retreat. A trace of imperceptible pity flickered through her eyes.
Her vermilion lips parted, and her voice remained as clear and pleasant as before, yet now carried an unquestionable majesty:
"Protector Cen, this man was indeed forced to defend himself. If I am not mistaken, he held back thirty percent in that strike."
Hearing the Saintess say so, Protector Cen did not dare defy her. He respectfully replied, "Since the Saintess has testified for him, this man need not leave."
Chen Changming inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
So this green-robed woman must be the Saintess of the Clear Mist Sect.
*I never thought the Saintess of the Clear Mist Sect would be a person of upright character, unlike that unreasonable