"What a beauty! Why would you rather suffer in the martial world when you could follow me home and enjoy the finest foods and drinks?" The White-faced Young Master fanned himself with a folded fan as he teasingly eyed the disciple clad in red from Qingyi Pavilion. Although his features were handsome, he exuded an undeniably sinister aura.
"You lecherous scoundrel, courting death!" The disciple from Qingyi Pavilion, her face flushed with anger, unsheathed her sword and lunged at him, summoning a fierce sword wind on the Martial Arts Arena in an instant.
"This disciple from Qingyi Pavilion has decent foundational skills, too bad..." Ye Lingxian watched as the White-faced Young Master easily countered the female disciple's Sword Qi with his fan and shook his head in pity. The gap in strength between these two was simply too great; the people from Qingyi Pavilion were bound to lose.
