"Heh, if that happened, I'd actually have some hope of escaping. As for you, heh..." Feng Jiuxue gave a sinister chuckle.
"Don't forget, my Lightness Skill is even better than yours." Tang Wen smiled back.
"What good would that do? If dozens of them surrounded you, you couldn't escape even with wings. I'm different. As long as I don't run into several martial artists stronger than me, I can stay alive." Feng Jiuxue looked impish.
After traveling about two li through the gorge, they seemed to have reached the main stronghold.
Most of the buildings were small, two-story structures of earth and timber. Since land was limited, it had to be saved for growing vegetables or grain.
Consequently, even the chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep seen everywhere in the countryside were rarely found here.
The stronghold residents wore coarse homespun clothes and cloth shoes or straw sandals. In fact, the vast majority went barefoot.
Tang Wen even wondered whether he had entered the Beggars' Sect's Main Headquarters. In conditions like these, they simply could not survive without going down the mountain to do some robbing.
"Alas..." Accustomed to fine clothes and exquisite food, Feng Jiuxue could not help sighing at the miserable sight, her face full of pity.
A huge eight-trigram pattern had been paved with pebbles in the center of the stronghold. Beside it stood stone sculptures of monsters with ox heads and snake bodies, or tiger heads and crocodile bodies.
Deputy Stronghold Chief Ye Xiangyin was around forty, dressed in a black skirt edged with silver, with a pair of animal-hide shorts worn over it.
After all, the weather was turning cold, and they were for warmth. He was good-looking and had the commanding air of a powerful woman.
The other deputy stronghold chief, Sun Hongqing, was short,