After Wu Meiniang and Dong Linshan left the Taste-Knowing Pavilion, they chose not to go far.
They selected a four-story building on higher ground, about a hundred and fifty zhang from the Taste-Knowing Pavilion, and climbed up to gaze toward it.
Dong Linshan had temporarily suppressed his unease and dread. He was thinking of Lu Luanli, who had just said goodbye to them and hurried away.
"That girl had an extraordinary bearing, with divine grace hidden within. Her Origin-Nourishing Art seemed to be only at the Ninth Rank, but I keep feeling that her martial cultivation went beyond that-"
Wu Meiniang thought that the daughter of Saber and Sword Like a Dream naturally could not have a mere Ninth-Rank cultivation.
Dong Linshan probably would never have imagined that this fifteen-year-old girl was single-handedly holding down Luo Liang and Zhu Yi, two Sixth Grade experts.
If no other experts from the Shangguan Clan intervened, Lu Luanli might even kill both men within a hundred exchanges.
She shook her head and asked, her gaze intent, "Brother Dong, do you think Chu Xisheng has any chance of surviving today?"
"Hardly!"
Dong Linshan shook his head. "Although that masked expert has pinned Luo Liang down, White Cloud Stronghold still has two Seventh-Rank Lower experts and over three hundred bandits. His chances are slim. There's also Shangguan Shenhao. I know his temperament. If White Cloud Stronghold fails, the Shangguan Clan might take action themselves."
Just then, Dong Linshan gave a soft exclamation as he watched the disturbance in the direction of the Taste-Knowing Pavilion.
His Eagle Eye tracked Chu Xisheng's swiftly darting figure, a trace of astonishment appearing deep in his eyes.
"What is it?"
Wu Meiniang looked back in puzzlement. Her eyesight was far inferior to Dong Linshan's, and she could only make out