Although Wen Qingkong had long expected White Lotus Saintess Mu Yinyao to come looking for him personally, he had not expected her to arrive so quickly.
When he met Mu Yinyao in a private room on the second floor of the Welcoming Guest Inn, it had only been three days since he had stitched Ning Bukong.
Tang Yuanlou stood to one side, staring straight ahead. He could neither move his hands nor speak.
He had clearly had his acupoints sealed.
Wen Qingkong secretly raised his guard.
Mu Yinyao still wore a flowing white robe, sacred and aloof, her face concealed beneath a white veiled hat. Through the hanging gauze, two sword-sharp gazes pierced Wen Qingkong.
That sharp gaze caused Wen Qingkong's inner power to circulate involuntarily. A chill rose along his spine, while his instinctive sixth sense frantically warned him of danger.
Everything told Wen Qingkong that this White Lotus Saintess before him had improved further in the martial arts during the short time since they had parted.
"I truly did not expect that, with a casual whim after spotting talent, I would recruit such an outstanding person for the Holy Church."
Mu Yinyao's voice was cold, like ice frozen for a thousand years, chilling him to the marrow.
She did not move in the slightest, yet a terrifying sword intent radiated from her entire body. Wen Qingkong had the distinct feeling that if he made a move, Mu Yinyao's sword would pierce his heart the very next instant.
What domineering swordsmanship!
Wen Qingkong circulated Rama's Inner Power. As the martial arts mental cultivation method of the eminent monk Rama, it belonged to the Buddhist tradition and excelled at calming the mind and stabilizing one's state of heart.
Wen Qingkong cupped his hands in greeting, neither servile nor overbearing. "Greetings,