At first hearing the name, Lan Qiao thought it was a rough man, but when she really saw the person, it was a charming woman.
Lan Qiao and Hong Jiao didn't understand why such a delicate woman was called Zhang Mankeng?
While Zhang Mankeng was contemplating battle strategies, Bai Miaosheng whispered to Lan Qiao: "Guess which Taoist Sect she belongs to?"
Lan Qiao looked at Zhang Mankeng's figure: "Wide shoulders, a conscience, narrow waist, and round peaches, such a good figure, must be a Dance Cultivator, right?"
Bai Miaosheng shook his head and said: "You're guessing it wrong, her Taoist Sect is..."
Zhang Mankeng suddenly lifted her head: "Guessing what, you'll know once we start fighting, right?"
Bai Miaosheng laughed: "We're just chatting a bit, don't mind us."
Zhang Mankeng stood by the porthole and drew her Curved Blade from her waist, stroking it twice: "When will he come?"
Seeing how she wielded the weapon, Hong Jiao guessed she was a Martial Cultivator.
