"Good." Zhang Hong suddenly broke into a smile. She patted her Storage Pouch, and a flash of white light brought a bundle of white cloth into her hand. With a point of her finger, the White Cloth stood upright. She rapidly formed a series of hand seals, and the cloth swirled with a rustle. Whoosh! Whoosh! She pointed again, sending two talisman scripts shooting out...
Before long, a wall of white cloth stood between them.
"Senior Sister, what are you doing?" Li Xiaoya asked in puzzlement as he watched her flurry of movements.
"From today on, I'll cultivate on this side, and you'll cultivate on that side," Zhang Hong said coldly.
"Huh?" Li Xiaoya gaped, bewildered.
"What do you mean, 'huh'? I haven't settled accounts with you for what you did to me just now! If you dare come over here, you're dead!" Zhang Hong rattled off fiercely.
"Uh..." Li Xiaoya had no idea what to say. He shrugged helplessly. "Fine. Whatever you say, Senior Sister." With that, he sat down cross-legged.
On the other side, Zhang Hong pursed her lips and cursed under her breath, "Bastard! Little lecher!"
"Hey, Senior Sister, you don't have to curse me behind my back, do you?" Li Xiaoya's ears were exceptionally sharp. Taking out the Storage Pouches, he spoke in exasperation.
"No eavesdropping!" Zhang Hong's pretty face flushed. She rapidly formed hand seals and cast an Isolation Technique, sealing off the area within fifty feet of her.
"Come on, is that really necessary?" Although Li Xiaoya couldn't see her, how could those fluctuations of magic power escape his powerful divine sense? He sighed. He kept feeling that Senior Sister Zhang Hong was growing stranger and stranger. Shaking his head, he continued sorting through his stored belongings.
While Li Xiaoya and Zhang Hong were