"That man's name is Liu Shanting, the great-grandfather of the current sect leader, Liu Zhiliang. He's Grand Elder Mo Gu's master. They say he's almost a hundred years old, and his power is terrifying," Cao Wuxin said, looking at Tang Wen with some concern.
"What realm?" Tang Wen asked mildly.
"I heard he might be at the great perfection stage of the origin-gathering realm, even stronger than Lonely Sword," Cao Wuxin said.
"Only origin-gathering great perfection? That weak?" Tang Wen laughed.
"And you're still saying that! I'm worried sick, and you're acting like you haven't got a heart. He's at origin-gathering great perfection. How many people in the world can stand against him?" Cao Wuxin was genuinely getting anxious, her eyes reddening.
"All right, all right. Don't worry or get upset. Your husband here will shoulder everything." Tang Wen took out a handkerchief for her.
"What exactly do you mean? Liu Shanting may have 'kindness' in his name, but I hear he's ruthless.
"If you really step into the ring, being crippled would be the least of your worries. Being killed is what matters.
"And you care so much about saving face. You'll lose your life," Cao Wuxin said.
"I'm a tough little cockroach. Don't worry." Tang Wen shrugged.
"What are you doing? I'll beat you to death!" Cao Wuxin was so anxious that she ran over and pounded Tang Wen's shoulders.
"Ha ha!" Tang Wen laughed, swung Cao Wuxin up, and tossed her out the window. With a whoosh, she flew out as though she were riding a roller coaster.
Her lovely face paled with fright. She hurriedly drove out her true qi to control her body, but she couldn't manage it at all.
Just as she was about to crash into the rockery, her body suddenly tilted, circled