Lu Changfeng did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Ji Xian was afraid he would slip away in the chaos.
But in a situation like this, where could he run? Bai Qianqian and the Qingqiu Fox Clan were right under Jade Splendor Mount Hua's nose. If he simply left, what would become of them? Besides, Yan Xiu had already sent Zang Tu to his doorstep with the demon blade. If he left Ji Xian's protection, he would likely face an assault from all of Hongfang.
Since he was already here, he might as well settle in.
He raised a hand in an inviting gesture, indicating that she should go ahead, then lifted his wine cup again and tipped his head back to drink, utterly at ease.
At the sight, the light in Ji Xian's eyes grew brighter still.
This man possessed absolute confidence. Even faced with the Delusion-Cutting Demon Blade, Zang Tu at the peak of the sixth realm, and the Sweetwood lineage's most elite Red Sickle Guard, he had the composure and assurance to remain unshaken.
She liked him more and more.
Ji Xian took a light step forward, passed through the barrier, and appeared at the entrance to the mountain path.
Outside, everyone preparing to storm Jade Splendor Mount Hua froze.
They all watched wide-eyed as Ji Xian simply walked out of the mountain path's entrance-a plain gauze robe over a moon-white skirt, graceful and alluring, yet possessed of an inviolable majesty.
Behind her, within the barrier, the man from the Central Lands named Lu Changfeng sat leisurely on a stone stool, holding a jade cup and tipping his head back to drink. He paid everything outside no heed, as though the battle before him were merely a fine show to enjoy with his wine.
Zang Tu