The yellow-robed Daoist was deeply puzzled.
Though he had always looked wild and arrogant, he was in fact exceedingly cautious. No one understood better than he did how formidable this "virtuous niece" was. From an ordinary disciple of questionable origins, she had leaped in only a few short decades to become the de facto leader of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, with a place of her own in the Xiyu Alliance as well. Without methods capable of turning clouds and overturning rain, how could she have achieved such an astonishing rise?
In truth, if they had been within the Xiyu Alliance's territory, even if the yellow-robed Daoist had been given ten times the courage, he would not have dared set his sights on the female cultivator. Within the Three Northern Lakes region, the forces under her control had hounded him until he was like a rat scurrying across the street, leaving him to hide in the south most of the time. This time, he had received reliable information that she was traveling alone, so he had rushed over eagerly, intending to fulfill a long-cherished desire.
Everything had gone smoothly at first, but just as he was about to succeed, the female cultivator's abnormal behavior startled him.
Murong Qingyan's reputation in the Three Northern Lakes might not have been good, but at most people called her ruthless and merciless, her virtue deficient. Remarks like "shameless" were exceedingly rare.
But what was this woman trying to do now? Thinking back, had the whole affair gone too smoothly?
It was not that he deliberately wanted to think in terms of a "plot." It was simply because, over the years, he had been tormented half to death by the female cultivator's unfathomable methods of illusion and reality.
He stared at her, casting aside his lustful