Volume Four: The Buddha Saves No One; Only I, the Demon, Shall Save Them - A Word Worth Nine Tripods (Part One)

Luo Qian strolled in at his leisure...

Her voice was old, but she was alluring. Her eyes were as clear as water, her brows like distant mountains, her lips touched with cherry red and her skin faintly pink. In the firelight, she had a charm all her own. Luo Qian nodded to himself, while also blaming Zhao Xihe.

"Xihe, save me!" Mr. Longque had been driven deep into a corner. At the sight of Zhao Xihe, he cried out in delight. Zhao Xihe gave a heavy snort and said to the woman, "I am Zhao Xihe. May I ask why you are troubling this old friend of mine?" Zhao Xihe was renowned throughout the Immortal Realm, yet the woman showed not the slightest surprise. She curled her fingers into an orchid gesture, her beauty beyond compare.

"Urgh..." Longque had actually thrown up! Luo Qian could only shake his head. No wonder the old man had remained a lifelong bachelor. Judging by that reaction, it was more than a failure to appreciate beauty. Luo Qian had already, rather maliciously, filed him among people with unusual tastes.

"I'm dressed like this, yet you, an esteemed expert of the Heaven Ranking, still can't tell, Elder Zhao?" The woman's voice was coarse, but her tone was delicate. Luo Qian found her more intriguing by the moment.

Zhao Xihe studied her outfit: bright red clothes beneath a layer of pale green gauze. The gauze seemed at once there and not there, appearing now like rippling water, now like a bank of mist. He suddenly remembered that when he had burst in, the woman had called herself "the Bandit King." His expression changed, and he cupped his hands politely. "Might you be Miss Leng?"

"Hee, hee, hee..." The woman covered her mouth and laughed, her whole