Su Qingwan was sharp as ice and snow, and naturally understood what he meant. Her delicate brows knitted slightly; she did not quite approve of Zhao Feng's methods.
But since venturing into the world, she had seen far too many stubborn, disorderly mobs.
At the border, for instance, she had tried to persuade the residents of a town to evacuate. Yet they would rather be poisoned than readily leave their homeland, and the Witch Priest had poisoned many of them to death. That was what had held her up.
Her swordsmanship was extraordinary, yet now she felt a sense of helplessness. If her enemies used the same tactic in the future, what choice should she make? Strictly adhere to her sect's principles, or turn a blind eye? That was the question.
Meanwhile, the surrounding Martial Masters all looked at Su Qingwan with awe.
That such a peerlessly graceful young woman was actually a legendary Astral Force expert was simply unbelievable.
Of course, these martial artists from the streets knew nothing of the Pure Moon Convent's origins. They only knew that her background was mysterious.
Zhao Feng went straight over to search Wugutai's corpse. Apart from a few gold ingots, however, he found nothing else, so he put away the man's White Bone Staff.
Then he searched carefully along the riverbank, found the venomous fang that Su Qingwan's sword had knocked loose, and cautiously put that away as well.
Watching how effortlessly practiced he was at this, Su Qingwan could not help smiling faintly.
"Brother Zhao, our business here is finished. I shall take my leave," Su Qingwan said.
"Miss Su, where are you headed?" Zhao Feng was somewhat reluctant to see her go. Naturally, it was not romantic affection; rather, her martial prowess was exceptionally high, making her an excellent