The woman of the pair was particularly eye-catching. Nearly three meters tall and powerfully built, she almost burst out of her disciple's magical treasure attire. That rough, masculine voice just now had come from her.
Yet she had a reasonably delicate woman's face, making the combination utterly bizarre.
As for the male cultivator beside her, both his features and his voice were decidedly effeminate. Standing next to the woman, he looked almost like a demure maiden from a modest household.
Zhang Yuan watched the two without making any rash moves. Instead, he asked, "Mighty warrior, do you know me?"
The burly woman looked down at Zhang Yuan, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She grinned. "I do, of course I do!"
Zhang Yuan's heart sank.
They knew him? Did that mean all the Nine Serenities Sect disciples knew what he looked like?
No, that made no sense. Even setting aside [Severing Past and Present, Leaving or Staying], which concealed his karma, his celestial person status alone meant ordinary cultivators could not look directly at him. Lower cultivators who forced themselves to look would suffer bleeding eyes at best, severe injuries at worst.
Unless they were also Foundation Establishment Celestials or Outer Dao Immortal Lords, they could forget about remembering a Celestial Person's true appearance through portraits or recorded images without that Celestial Person's permission.
Now this, uh... pretty maiden of a mighty warrior claimed to recognize him. Either she was a Celestial Person or an Immortal Lord, or the Hengyang Lu Clan's branch patriarch had used some means to let lower cultivators remember Zhang Yuan's true appearance.
"How could I not know such a handsome man? Hehe, I'll give you two choices. One, willingly become my new male lover. Two, let me break all four of your limbs, then become