A flash of admiration crossed Yan Qianlie's eyes. Though their paths differed and they could never be allies, his respect and admiration for this woman kept growing.
Such bearing and grace, such lofty pride-and all the setbacks she had dealt him in their open and covert struggles over these past months.
In the eyes of demonic cultivators, every female cultivator under heaven was a cultivation vessel. Although Yan Qianlie followed the path of bloodthirsty, frenzied combat and had long since lost all desire between men and women, his contempt for women remained deeply ingrained. He had never thought Qiu Wuji amounted to anything.
Her great reputation was simply because those hypocrites on the righteous path fawned over any pretty woman and called her a fairy. They propped each other up, making her sound so powerful...
Only now did he realize that Qiu Wuji truly was a top-tier cultivator, the strongest opponent he had encountered in his life.
If he wanted to win, he still had to strike at her Dao heart from another angle. "Sect Master Qiu, do you know that by coming out in full force, you have fallen right into my scheme?"
Qiu Wuji smiled faintly. "You merely planted a few pieces in secret to launch a sneak attack on Cloudreach Mountain... But Yan Sect Leader, do you know that our sect has been secretly practicing new techniques lately? With Ten Thousand Forms of Shadow and Layered Peaks in place now, even if you went yourself, you might not find a way through our gates."
Yan Qianlie froze slightly.
Then he heard Qiu Wuji say leisurely, "On the other hand, Yan Sect Leader, have you been wondering where the Boneless Elder has gone lately?"
Yan Qianlie said indifferently, "Dry bones in a grave. What is there to fear?