"Self-defense?" Rongyan raised an eyebrow.
Sensing their cultivation only increased the doubts on her face.
Qingxue was clearly a master, despite her low cultivation.
Her posture and the position of her sword - Rongyan needed only a single glance to see that the silver-haired beauty's skill was not far below her own.
She understood well how Qingxue had managed to deal with those cultivators of such a higher level than her.
Qingyi, on the other hand, simply didn't seem interesting at all.
His power, his talent, seemed ordinary.
His transcendental beauty was the only thing that truly caught her eye, she had to admit.
Even in almost four hundred years of life, having seen many of the most beautiful and talented young men from all over the world, she had never seen anyone who came close to Qingyi in beauty.
'Don't tell me that...' A thought arose in Rongyan's mind.
Could Qingyi be one of those pretty faces who sold themselves to older, more powerful experts?
