Sun Granny had long said that all men in the world were nothing but smooth talkers. "I don't believe a single word that comes out of your mouths." The woman sneered, drew her bow once more, and aimed at Shen Luo this time.
Seeing this, Shen Luo felt somewhat displeased. He had never encountered such an unreasonable woman before.
His expression darkened. With a turn of his wrist, the Pure Yang Flying Sword silently slipped from his sleeve, while a stream of azure water began circling at his side.
The woman grew somewhat nervous at the sight. The hand drawing the bowstring tensed straight, and a green vortex gradually gathered around the arrowhead.
"Feixu, stop." At that moment, an aged voice came from behind.
Hearing this, the woman did not lower her bow. She merely turned slightly and greeted the newcomer behind her.
"Granny, these thieves have some skill."
Shen Luo looked toward the voice and saw a white-haired woman in a long purple dress walking slowly out from the village. As she neared the barrier, she casually waved a hand, and an opening automatically appeared in it, allowing her through.
Though the woman had a full head of white hair, her face was very youthful, and she was exquisitely beautiful, with a graceful, curvaceous figure. How did she resemble the "granny" the woman in black had spoken of?
"Feixu, put it away. They are not evil men," the white-haired woman said.
"But, Granny..."
"One of them used a divine ability from Huasheng Temple, while the other employed Fangcun Mountain's movement technique. Both come from renowned sects. Even when they fought you earlier, they held back throughout. Otherwise, how could you still be standing here unharmed?" the white-haired woman explained.
Only then did the woman in black lower her bow,