"Lord Wugutai, just who is this Su Qingwan in the Pure Moon Convent, for you to be so wary of her?"
The young Daoist beside him could not help asking.
Had Zhao Feng been here, he would have recognized the voice as belonging to the archer he had fought fiercely in the woods at Bone-Eating Shoal-the Northern Barbarian Wolf Guards elite named Su Chi who had also traded shots with him at the Eight Extremes Gate. He was merely wearing a Human Skin Mask.
By now, the arrow wounds on his body must have long since healed.
"Su Qingwan is the Pure Moon Convent's most outstanding Worldly Disciple in two hundred years. She is only twenty, yet she has mastered the Pure Moon Sword Scripture. They say she may attain the sword heart clarity realm..." The middle-aged Daoist's face was filled with apprehension.
"The Pure Moon Convent's most outstanding Worldly Disciple... No wonder."
Su Chi's face was filled with both apprehension and bewilderment.
In his memory, Su Qingwan had delivered that sword strike like an immortal descending from beyond the heavens. Not only had she killed several of the Witch Priest's attendants, she had wounded Lord Helan with a single stroke. Lord Helan was the Wolf Tribe's Grand Commandant, in charge of scouts and intelligence, and his martial prowess was formidable.
Had the Witch Priest not used poison and the lives of an entire town of Great Yan's border inhabitants to hold her back, things would have been difficult indeed. They would never even have crossed the border.
The grace of Su Qingwan's sword strike and her breathtaking beauty were already etched deep into his mind.
Wugutai, meanwhile, seethed inwardly. As a Witch Priest and Shaman of the Northern Barbarians' Wolf Tribe, he had made his disguise seamless as a