The Ancient Battlefield of the Profound Spirit Saintess!

Was there something wrong with this man's head?

Wang Lici shot the lecherous old man a glance, ignored him, and quietly shifted a little farther away.

Her attention returned to the sky.

Qingyuan Saint Son and Water Moon Saint Daughter were both True Immortal Realm cultivators, and their bloodlines were one level higher than those of ordinary True Immortal Realm cultivators, reaching the twelfth level—the Immaculate Immortal Physique. Every punch and kick could stir changes in the Heavenly Dao.

Even though they had deliberately moved the battlefield high into the sky, the aftermath of their battle still whipped fierce winds through the market below. For a time, wine banners fluttered and canopies danced across half the market, while the wind chimes hanging beneath the eaves of immortal pavilions rang out in a chorus.

Wang Lici watched for a long while, but she still could not see through the turbulent energy to make out the battle's progress. She had no choice but to give up.

"Ah~" She sighed, took out an exquisite glazed mirror, and admired herself in it. "It's all because I, Lici, am too pretty and too popular. I actually made Saint Daughter Sis and Senior Brother Qingyuan duel over me."

Lan Wan'er was somewhat worried. "Sister Lici, they won't be in danger, will they? Should we go up and take a look?"

"We're too weak. Getting close would not only be dangerous, but would also distract them and make it easier for something to happen." Wang Lici blinked and glanced beside her. "Um, Wuchou, why don't you go take a look?"

Si Wuchou nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. "Why should I go? I'm only in the Void Ascension Realm, and my bloodline is two whole levels below theirs. What if they're fighting fiercely, get carried