"All right, I'll go take a look!"
He Pingsheng put away the formation materials, wiped his face, and followed Ling Zhiwang toward the Commerce Association out front.
They entered through the back door.
Then they went to the reception counter on the ground floor.
A slender woman was sitting before the counter.
She wore a water-blue Daoist robe. Her face was as fair as jade, her long lashes curved, and her eyes shone with spirit.
As He Pingsheng entered the ground floor of the Commerce Association, she lifted her gaze slightly and looked over.
Her eyes were sharp and furious, yet beneath that fury lay a hint of curiosity and calm.
Upon seeing He Pingsheng, she could not help curling her lips. Her red lips parted to reveal two rows of straight, white teeth, and she said in a cool voice tinged with contempt, "You're He Pingsheng? Heh heh heh... just as everyone said. Your looks really are utterly unremarkable..."
The last words had barely left her mouth when the woman in the water-blue robe moved. With a flick of her delicate hand, an ice-blue divine sword shot toward He Pingsheng like a phantom.
The attack was fast, ruthless, and precise.
Even He Pingsheng was startled.
He hurriedly backed away.
He Pingsheng had no intention of trading blows with her.
First, this was his own Commerce Association. If anything was damaged, wouldn't he have to swallow his tears and foot the bill?
Second, although her swordplay was fierce and swift, she had not infused the blade with immortal spirit energy, nor was there any killing intent in her thrusts.
He Pingsheng could only retreat.
What he had not expected was that her sword would sway like a spirit snake, now fast, now slow, now high, now low, never straying more