In a thicket several yards away from the bluestone, a sudden rustling noise broke out.
Immediately after, a grimy figure scrambled out on hands and knees, clutching a bloodstained cloth bundle tightly in his hand as he looked around in terror.
Zi Ling Immortal Maiden paused slightly, slowly turning her head to look at the man, then glancing at the dripping bundle in his hand.
The two stared wide-eyed at each other.
A moment later.
The corners of Zi Ling Immortal Maiden's lips gradually curled upward, and a flicker of excitement flashed through her eyes.
Wasn't this a perfect opportunity for chivalrous justice to come knocking at her door?
"Halt!"
The girl in purple abruptly rose to her feet, one hand behind her back while the fingers of the other formed a sword gesture and pointed straight at the man. In a crisp voice, she shouted, "Under broad daylight and beneath the clear heavens, you dare commit murder and evil deeds here! Running into the Purple-Frost Swordswoman means you're out of luck!"
The man froze. Feeling the unfathomable immortal aura emanating from her, his legs went weak, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Mercy, heroine! This little one failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended you, heroine. I'll get lost right away, right away!"
Zi Ling Immortal Maiden curled her lips, seemingly finding this spineless wretch, who surrendered without a fight, rather boring.
Still, she had to go through the motions of upholding justice.
She took two steps forward, about to scold him.
Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded from behind her.
"Benefactor... Benefactor, that thing belongs to this little monk. You mustn't take it!"
Hearing the commotion.
Zi Ling Immortal Maiden paused, then turned toward the voice.
A bald young monk came tumbling and scrambling