(I forgot to mention this, so I hurried to edit it in: tomorrow's chapter will also be at eight in the evening. Sorry for the trouble, but please pass the word along.)
Nan Zheng froze.
She had already prepared herself to die.
Just like that year, when her entire tribe had been driven from their ancestral mountain and her family had all been killed. Back then, she had not wanted to live either.
"Those fellows have spoiled Nan Wang for years, letting her behave without restraint. Naturally, no one in the Man Tribe dares provoke her descendants. You are rather pitiable, too."
The White-Clad Maiden looked at her and said, "Hand everything over."
Nan Zheng froze again. Only after a moment did she understand what she meant. Not daring to hesitate, she unfastened the Four Desolations Bottle and the Diamond Gauntlets and handed them over. After some thought, she also took out several bottles of pills she had accumulated in the Never-Old Forest.
The White-Clad Maiden accepted the Four Desolations Bottle and the Diamond Gauntlets but did not take the pills. "Your zither is quite good. Let me borrow it for a few years."
Could I possibly refuse? Nan Zheng thought.
With that, the White-Clad Maiden stepped into the air. The wind brushed her skirts as she floated away.
Gu Pan gazed in the direction where she had vanished, looking somewhat wistful. She could easily have killed him and all his subordinates to silence them. Why had she not done so?
Nan Zheng had the same question, as well as another source of bewilderment.
She did not know where this White-Clad Maiden came from, but she had to be an important figure in the orthodox cultivation world.
Tonight, the orthodox cultivation world and the Never-Old Forest were locked in fierce