Qingwu

Chu Zhiyuan's expression darkened slightly.

Both women were Venerables. Fu Zheng was one thing, but Li Yuzhen was a Spirit Guard.

She had abundant experience in battle. To injure her, one had to be not merely a Venerable, but one of the strongest among Venerables.

Was Marquis Xiao Ming really that formidable?

He raised his voice. "Xiao Zheng."

His voice carried straight into the neighboring courtyard. Fu Zheng had been practicing her sword there, and upon hearing him, her face changed.

Her delicate, lovely face paled slightly.

Her face was originally like Mutton-fat Jade, and a little extra pallor was difficult to notice.

But she knew she could not hide it from Chu Zhiyuan.

She had long experienced the sharpness of Chu Zhiyuan's gaze firsthand.

Helplessly, she pushed open the door and entered Chu Zhiyuan's small courtyard, clasping her fists. "Your Highness."

Chu Zhiyuan gave her a look. "What was the result?"

"Sister Li taught Marquis Xiao Ming a lesson."

"She defeated Marquis Xiao Ming?"

"Mm. Marquis Xiao Ming's cultivation was inferior to Sister Li's. He lost easily."

Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly. "Then what happened to this injury of yours?"

"We ran into someone else." Fu Zheng's fine brows drew together slightly. "Marquis Xiao Ming's younger sister."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Who?"

"Marquis Xiao Ming's younger sister. She is a True Disciple of the Qingwu Sword Sect and had just returned to the city."

"The Qingwu Sword Sect!" Chu Zhiyuan said in surprise. "So there was such a connection."

"Marquis Xiao Ming returned this time because his sister had come back as well."

"She's very formidable?" Chu Zhiyuan said. "The Qingwu Sword Sect is merely one of the Four Great Sects. Is it really that powerful?"

"She had just returned from the Outer Realm Battlefield." Fu Zheng shook her head. "Her