Perhaps because the meal that day was so lavish, and Little Lotus's hands shook rather badly with fear, preparing it had taken some time. Their constant conversation over the meal had taken more time still. Before they knew it, night had fallen, and the candles on the table had long since been lit.
The wind howled out of the Thousand-Li Wind Corridor. Even with a formation attached to the window, they could still hear its sobbing. Drafts slipped through gaps between the planks, making the flames flutter like ghost fires.
Little Lotus had vaguely understood the conversation between True Person Taiping and Liu S sui. Her face was deathly pale, and her body trembled slightly.
Liu S sui stared into True Person Taiping's eyes. The Guan Cheng Brush had already fallen into his hand, and the Sword Bracelet had stopped trembling. He was ready to fight.
"Run!"
Little Lotus shouted and stepped in front of Liu S sui.
Several tails radiating extremely dense demon qi shot through the air and thundered toward True Person Taiping.
The candle flames swayed even more violently. Even the air seemed about to be torn apart.
She had once been a formidable assassin of the Never-Old Forest. Though she had grown somewhat lax in her cultivation during her hundred-odd years of life with Liu S sui, her cultivation and strength were still immeasurably deeper than they had been all those years ago. This was a strike that staked her life. Even the elders of the Zhongzhou Sect would have found it extremely difficult to handle.
Yet True Person Taiping did not even glance at her. He merely watched Liu S sui in silence.
Slash! A crimson feather appeared out of thin air, passed through those immensely powerful fox tails, and easily pierced Little Lotus's body,