Wang Chong nearly fell out of the tree. Only because his lightness skill had reached the realm of perfection did he avoid giving himself away. He thought, Has Nan Xinlan gone all depressed?
"I don't need a sword-bearing maid!"
"Hmm, if she comes, she can't keep the name Nan Xinlan. That name is too grand for a maid to bear. What should I rename her?"
"Huarui? Diao Chan? Forget it, she's not that pretty."
"Right, Mu Ningxue..."
While Wang Chong was choosing names, Nan Xinlan and Tie Mingzhu had already begun arguing. Nan Xinlan suddenly struck, sealing Tie Mingzhu's acupoints, and said, "I used an extremely light touch. It'll release itself after twenty breaths. Don't come after me, Iron Sister!" Tie Mingzhu shouted and screamed inside, but could no longer open her mouth. She suddenly regretted not telling her friend earlier that Wang Chong was "White Chrysanthemum," all for the sake of her reputation. Now it was too late for regret.
Before twenty breaths had passed, Tie Mingzhu broke through the seal on her acupoints. Just as she was about to chase after Nan Xinlan, a graceful figure floated down before her. Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief, and her terror reached an unsurpassable peak. Who else could it be but Wang Chong?
Seeing Tie Mingzhu's little mouth open, Wang Chong reached out and sealed her acupoint. "Don't shout, Miss Tie. I've only sealed your mute acupoint."
Tie Mingzhu whimpered, tears falling drop by drop like little pearls.
A chill split open her skull and poured down from above, all the way to her toes. That night in the ruined temple was the nightmare of her life; countless times, she had jolted awake from her dreams. Facing Wang Chong alone once more, she trembled all over, as though