Big Bowl Tavern.
The proprietress, who still retained her charms, was preparing food and wine in the kitchen.
Jiang Hehai, the Northern Zhou patriarch dressed as a traveling merchant, was already over a hundred, yet his manner really was that of an unassuming young hero. He simply sat obediently at a table, drinking in silence.
In the alley beside it, however, the atmosphere could be described as swords drawn and bows bent.
Clad in a gauzy dress, Empress Dowager Guo wore a faintly angry expression. Like a queen demanding an accounting, she challenged:
"Did you deliberately give Xie Jinhuan that rotten idea just now and make him mistake me for a demon?"
Atop the perimeter wall, the baby-faced, enormous-breasted young Daoist nun in gleaming golden armor folded her arms, utterly self-righteous.
"Xiaomei, oh, Xiaomei, you're a hundred or two hundred years old already. Why are you still making such an unreasonable fuss? What does a man grabbing your chest have to do with me? And at your age, you still have no shame, copying young girls and wearing little scraps of cloth that can't even cover your buttocks..."
Empress Dowager Guo felt that with Xie Jinhuan's divine assistance, he could not possibly have mistaken her identity. Apart from Old Devil Meconggao, she could think of no one who could set her up so badly.
But she had no evidence at present, and would not insist on accusing her. She merely lifted her skirt to reveal her long legs in black stockings and struck back at her opponent's sore spot:
"A hundred years ago, I was already the acknowledged foremost Immortal Maiden of the Cultivation Dao. Dressing myself up means keeping pace with changing times. Unlike certain people, whose stubby little legs would make these look like a little girl's split-crotch