The watching cultivators let out a chorus of gasps. This was the most evenly matched fight between the two sides so far. Although the good man had still won, victory had come hard, and he had been left in a sorry state himself. It gave everyone hope of victory, and showed them a way to deal with this Tianxin Pavilion cultivator.
Dong Fangfei clapped a hand over her mouth, nearly crying out. Yet the Weiliao Sect's senior True Disciple beside her just had to make a wisecrack.
"Junior Sister, you should be covering your eyes, not your mouth."
Dong Fangfei could not be bothered with him at all. She was only recalling that scene just now. Although she belonged to the Way of Harmony, that did not mean her thoughts would wander in that direction regardless of the occasion. Nor was it the allure of that pale backside; she had seen plenty of those, and plenty far sexier.
The key lay in that black mole: its distinctive location, and its crescent shape. She had a very good memory and did not believe in such a coincidence.
The last time she had seen it had been during a transaction decades ago-or an amorous encounter, one might say. By now, she had almost forgotten it, never imagining it would appear on an occasion like this.
Beneath her hand, her lips slowly curved upward. Sure enough, that investment back then had been worthwhile. Now she could already glimpse the returns.
Is that you? You've done pretty well for yourself. When did you manage to infiltrate Tianxin Pavilion? No longer using a sword?
The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. It also explained why this good man was so poor at evasive movement, always passively taking a beating. It was