"...Probably, probably not the person you're looking for. An hour ago, though, I think a beggar came here looking for a place to stay," Sect Master Xu said stiffly.
The White-Robed Woman drifted lightly inside, sweeping in like the wind.
Lu Yuque woodenly pressed a hand against the horse owner's shoulder and led him behind the shed with perfect naturalness. "Then I'll pawn a treasure of mine to you for half its value."
The horse owner smiled happily and obligingly backed away. "Hey, it's not as though I'm taking advantage of you-"
Lu Yuque raised her hand and chopped him unconscious, then gently laid him behind the shed. She came out, untied a horse, and led it away with a natural expression. Only after rounding the corner did she suddenly vault into the saddle and send its hooves flying, galloping like mad.
Her face was expressionless, but her body trembled uncontrollably... she would never forget that nightmarish night.
Flowery Wound Tower alone could never have killed her father.
Flowery Wound Tower's assassins surged forward one after another. Some killed Jiandu disciples; others were killed. The moment her father arrived, he swept among them like a rainbow, reaping more than a dozen lives in a few breaths without a single drop of blood touching him.
The master of Flowery Wound Tower met her father head-on. His vicious reputation resounded throughout the Jianghu, and the two sides had long held a grudge. He did indeed last somewhat longer: only after four breaths did he fall behind. Her father severed his left arm with one stroke, and the next would pierce his throat.
"Why have you come courting death today-" he said coldly.
In an instant too swift for the eye to follow, her father's right arm flew up, sword and all.
His