"Fairy?"
The Veiled Woman shot Bai Di a sidelong glance, then corrected him expressionlessly:
"I, Liu Zijin, am merely a martial artist, not some fairy."
As she spoke, a surging wave of qi and blood power suddenly rippled out from Liu Zijin's seemingly frail body.
Bai Di reached for a folding fan on the table and snapped it open with a swish. With just a gentle wave, he dispersed the surge of qi and blood power emanating from the Veiled Woman.
Only then did he close his folding fan and cup his hands toward the Veiled Woman, his face full of apology.
"That was a slip of the tongue on my part. Please do not take offense, Zi Jin General."
The Veiled Woman ignored him. Instead, she once again turned her gaze toward the illusory image projected by the Spirit Mirror before her, then murmured expressionlessly:
"This Chu Ping'an is a martial artist too."
As she spoke, a trace of appreciation appeared in the Veiled Woman's eyes.
At the sight, Bai Di immediately furrowed his brows, a flicker of jealousy passing through his eyes.
But his expression soon returned to normal, and he said:
"I have never heard of a martial artist reaching the summit of Ten Thousand Evils Peak."
Even as he spoke, the figure in the image, who had been standing quietly at the foot of Ten Thousand Evils Peak, suddenly took a step forward onto a stair leading up the mountain.
"Clang!!!..."
Almost the instant that figure stepped onto the stair, a sword cry suddenly rang out across Ten Thousand Evils Peak.
Then, amid swishes slicing through the air, streaks of sword gang glowing with faint azure light converged from every direction around Ten Thousand Evils Peak like howling mountain peaks, before crashing down upon the figure