Rumble, rumble-
The carriage rolled slowly down the street, rain pattering softly against its roof. The guards accompanying it outside were talking quietly among themselves:
"That Iron Ox Cheng Bao really lived up to his reputation..."
"Iron Buddha Ridge is a prestigious school in Yunzhou, after all. Its master, Cheng Shilu, is nicknamed the Furious-Eyed Vajra. His body-hardening arts have made his whole body impervious to blades and spears-even Head Constable She praises him highly. His younger brother must have some real skill..."
"Young Master Ye is pretty ruthless himself. Just watching made my hands hurt..."
"Young Master Ye doesn't seem to have a martial-world moniker. We should call him Merciless Iron Hands from now on..."
The spacious carriage was quite quiet.
Dongfang Liren sat upright in the seat of honor, wearing a silver Python Robe. Her ink-black hair was still bound with a jade crown, and a faint touch of red rouge colored her lips. The python dragon outlined in silver thread was propped into perfect semicircular curves by the rounded mounds beneath it, gleaming brilliantly inside the carriage.
Though her beauty was breathtakingly striking, the imposing bearing born of her long-held authority, coupled with her figure that stood like a crane among chickens, made her look like a cold, ruthless supreme expert.
Ye Jingtang sat properly beside the window, his expression as cold and distinguished as ever, but his mind was wandering a little-his years of martial training had given him sharp eyes. The cracks that had appeared on Cheng Bao's forehead earlier had definitely not been an illusion. Body-hardening arts that strengthened the skin and bones could make someone impervious to weapons like She Long when mastered, but broken skin could never develop the spiderweb cracks of shattered ice. There was definitely something strange about this...