Who was that?!
Shen Qiulan and Pei Chongtian froze, then immediately grew wary and looked toward the voice.
Not far ahead, they saw Zhang Yuan smiling as he put a question to Cui Zhaowei beside him, his tone quite earnest.
At his words, Cui Zhaowei looked Zhang Yuan over.
A large hole had been torn in Zhang Yuan's white Feather Robe, and it had been soaked red with blood, leaving it unwearable. He was now wearing another Dharma Robe, a Confucian Robe of the same style as her father's.
Her father's Confucian Robe was plain and simple. Wearing it, Zhang Yuan looked less dashing than he had in his white Feather Robe, without his former air as a Sword Cultivator who had slain a dragon with a single stroke. Still, he cut an elegant figure, with the bearing of a modest gentleman, warm and lustrous as jade.
Only, what he had just said hardly sounded like something a gentleman would say.
Cui Zhaowei fell silent for a moment, then nodded against her conscience. "It is destined for you."
Zhang Yuan turned his gaze toward Shen Qiulan and Pei Chongtian and said mildly, "Gentlemen, this opportunity is not something you may lay your hands on. Why haven't you put it down and handed it over to me yet?"
Shen Qiulan and Pei Chongtian had disguised themselves, but Zhang Yuan's status was still that of a Celestial Person, and he saw through their disguises with ease.
Hearing Zhang Yuan's familiar declaration, Shen Qiulan and Pei Chongtian's faces immediately darkened, and they spoke in grim voices.
"You are being far too arrogant!"
"Do you think we are made of clay?!"
They had disguised themselves to avoid leaving any traces when they fought Zhang Yuan for opportunities. Yet before they could even act, Zhang