"Who do you favor?" Just as Xu Zimo was watching the battle between the two with great interest, a gentle voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Xu Zimo froze for a moment, then quickly turned to look.
He saw a woman gracefully seated beside him.
She wore a spotless white gown.
Her entire bearing was like that of an immortal maiden—aloof and holy.
Through the ages, no beauty could compare; pleasing to the eye was this lovely lady.
She had an oval face, a high nose like that of a woman from the Western Regions, and thin lips painted a faint red.
Yet her eyes were calm as still water, making it impossible to see through anything.
The White-Skirts Woman carried a faint fragrance about her.
It was like plum blossoms, admiring their own solitary bloom.
Her long skirt fell to the ground, slowly spreading out like a lotus flower.
Her skin was fair, the kind that looked as though it would break at the slightest touch.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" The woman looked at Xu Zimo and asked with a smile.
"Do we know each other?" Xu Zimo asked doubtfully.
"I know you, but you may not know me," the woman said, shaking her head.
"You passed the tenth floor of the Heavenly Dao Tower. I imagine many people in the academy want to get to know you."
"Not interested." Xu Zimo waved a hand and replied calmly.
"You still haven't answered my question." The woman tilted her head as she sat beside Xu Zimo.
Resting her arms on her legs and propping up her chin, she replied unhappily.
"I favor Ren Pingsheng," Xu Zimo answered calmly.
"Why?" the White-Skirts Woman continued asking.
"Ren Pingsheng cultivates Great Emperor Tunri's inheritance technique. It's very powerful.
"That Wang Lang is probably