Chapter 279: Transcendent Qing (16)
It came out of nowhere—a burst of vile sexual filth.
But Seol Iri neither flinched nor furrowed her brow. She simply blinked and tilted her head slightly, puzzled.
“Is he... not a master?”
The man had drawn a blade and strutted about like he was the top of Murim, but to someone like her, at best he might be a first-rate fighter. No wonder it seemed strange.
Seol Iri was a peak-stage martial artist.
To Qing’s eyes, she was just a fledgling who barely clawed her way into peak-level—but by Central Plains standards, she was already a respectable young expert.
Remove the “young” qualifier, and her status might be debatable, but even then, she stood on the edge of being called a real master.
“You stupid bitch. Even low-levels have their own way of fighting. That one over there got knocked out cold, didn’t she? You starting to feel sleepy yet?”
Qing, snoring peacefully, was slumped in sleep. Seol Iri, who had been nodding off beside her from time to time, had assumed this was all perfectly normal.
The rain drummed steadily outside. Their traveling companion was asleep. The coachman drove smoothly.
Under these circumstances, of course she’d start dozing off. What human wouldn’t?
“Bigeopage... yagle...”