Zhang Yuan glanced at the tags above her head.
[Clear Dao Heart][Head of the Heng Kingdom's Liu Family][Born Killer].
One purple, one blue, and one red, without a single gold tag. Ordinary enough, though the blue tag denoting her status seemed a little strange.
Any lineage marked with a blue tag had to be at least a second-rank aristocratic clan with a Foundation-Building Celestial Person presiding over it. This girl was only at eighth-turn qi refining. How could she be the head of a clan?
Zhang Yuan looked her over briefly, his eyes narrowing.
The girl had soft features and cheeks that still retained a little baby fat. Her dark red dress was slightly faded, and the wind carried a faint smell of blood from her. A hint of madness lurked beneath her calm eyes.
She had killed before, and killed plenty. No wonder she had a killer tag.
After making a quick assessment, Zhang Yuan glanced around, then turned back to the girl and answered with a smile.
"I can't kill them all."
The girl visibly paused. She glanced at the hundred thousand troops on the walls and agreed, "Fair point."
Just then.
Zhao Yan finally recovered and climbed out of the crater he had made, his expression ugly. "Outrageous! You ambushed me when I wasn't ready! What a despicable scoundrel!"
"I, Zhao Yan, am a dignified Eighth-Turn Qi Refinement Perfected..."
Lu Zhiming patted his shoulder and said mildly, "Enough, Zhao Yan. This wasn't Daoist Li's fault. We were in the wrong first. All that matters is clearing up the misunderstanding."
Still seething, Zhao Yan snorted and shot Zhang Yuan a vicious glare.
Lu Zhiming smiled faintly and transmitted his voice. "Zhao Yan, don't say I didn't warn you. Do you know who that female cultivator is?"