Yan Huan held her sword in a delicate hand, purple clouds reflected on her face, her figure graceful as a startled swan. Her clear eyes shifted toward Heavenly Pivot, and she smiled sweetly. "Young Master Lu, what's wrong? Don't recognize me anymore?"
As she spoke, she gathered the dark hair behind her head and casually tied it into a high ponytail. In an instant, her entire bearing changed.
Though her clothes and ornaments remained the same, she transformed from a seductive, scheming beauty into a bold and dashing sword immortal.
At the sight of her like this, Heavenly Pivot's gaze grew even colder.
Chu Mo could not quite describe that strange look.
Disgust, distaste, contempt... as though what stood before him was not a beauty, but a lump of something produced by grain passing through the cycle of reincarnation, to be avoided at all costs.
He leaned closer to Zhi Su and transmitted his voice. "Senior Brother Zhi Su, why do I get the feeling Fellow Daoist Yan Huan's grudge with him is rather serious?"
Zhi Su thought for a moment, then quietly replied:
"Fellow Daoist Lu Cheng—yes, that would be Heavenly Pivot Clear Edge—had only reached Foundation Establishment when he first ventured out into the world. Yan Huan was already at Golden Core when she happened to encounter him.
"Seeing how inexperienced Lu Cheng was, she disguised herself as an unaffiliated sword cultivator and befriended him. Then they traveled the world together, slaying demons and vanquishing fiends.
"After Lu Cheng had come to regard her as his closest confidant and sworn kin, she borrowed several dharmic treasures from him, claiming her 'Lineage had met with disaster.' One of them was a Cave-Truth dharmic treasure called the [Heavenly Horizon Sword], left to him by his late father.
"Faced with his