"Cough cough... what do you know..." Yue Tingyun gasped, his voice like a broken bellows, "That old bastard... his hand is colder than ice! I just gathered all my power and slapped it over... good gracious! His Ghost Palm Power... swoosh! Not only did it pierce through, but also, dammit... it hooked onto my own Inner Strength! Then he turned around and struck me hard in the chest! Is this what you call martial arts?"
Liu Hanyan kept walking, her brows furrowed tightly: "...This style... sounds terrifying."
"More than terrifying!" Yue Tingyun rolled his eyes, though now he looked more like he was about to die, "The Demon Sect's most despicable secret, non-elders... cough... the old bastard... can't learn it."
Liu Hanyan's heart tightened.
This time, they had accepted a bounty from the Zige Bureau. As a heroic couple roaming the Jianghu, they could have no connections, could have no friends, but they couldn't have no money.
