"This-"
Xin Shiniang's swiftly darting figure froze as she stared down at Hong Yuan, dumbstruck.
In truth, she had not seen how True Person Mu had been struck down, nor had she seen Hong Yuan make a move. Yet the sight of his calm face left her certain.
The twin swords circled her, their light gradually fading. Xin Shiniang spread her sleeves, and the two short swords slipped inside like swimming snakes.
Treading on the watery mist, she slowly floated down, looking at Hong Yuan with a hint of annoyance. "Young master, so you were this formidable all along! And here I was, worrying about you!"
Hong Yuan did not spare True Person Mu in the muddy pit a glance. "Does that mean I owe you an apology, miss?"
"This humble girl could never accept that. I should blame myself for having eyes yet failing to recognize a true divinity, meddling in your affairs and disturbing your refined pleasure in roaming the mortal world!"
Xin Shiniang spoke with mild reproach.
She glanced at True Person Mu's unfocused pupils, her heart trembling.
True Person Mu was a veteran of the middle stage of Talisman Seeding, yet Hong Yuan had crushed him like an ant. Even someone in the late stage of Talisman Seeding probably could not have managed that. Which meant the man before her-
A Divine Ability Practitioner?
At that thought, Xin Shiniang suddenly realized her tone had been rather poor. Afraid she might have angered him, she hurriedly lowered her head. "Please forgive me, young master. This humble girl meant nothing else-"
"Enough. I'm not a petty man!" Hong Yuan waved a hand.
Xin Shiniang breathed a sigh of relief and bowed again. "In that case, this humble girl will take her leave."
Besides repaying a debt of gratitude,