Unsheathed

River Goddess Yang Hua wasn't enraged, but she had once again begun carefully sizing up the young swordsman before her with a blatant look of judgment in her golden eyes.

With the backdrop of the night behind her, she had presented herself in her godly body. There was a layer of golden light shimmering over her plain dress, lending even more radiance to her already stunning beauty, and even the moon above the river paled in her spectacular presence.

In contrast, the young man standing before her was far less extraordinary in appearance.

Previously, Yang Hua had gazed upon Chen Ping'an with the same judgmental look, but at the time, she had only gleaned an air of poverty about him, accompanied by some faint fist intent.

At this moment, she was still not able to see anything remarkable about him, aside from several of the items in his possession, such as the Sword Nurturing Gourd that had been chosen for him by Wei Bo, the azure robe that couldn't even be referred to as a Dao robe, and of course, most significantly of all, that sword on his back.

Yang Hua had always been extremely confident in her own swordsmanship, and the longsword that she held in her arms was such a formidable weapon that it had almost been placed into the replica White Jade Capital.

The most problematic things were the things that couldn't be seen through, and that was sufficient reason to lash out for Yang Hua.

A cloud of faint mist suddenly appeared between the two of them without any warning, and Wei Bo arrived on the scene with a smile as he said, "Sage Ruan may be absent, but his rules must still be followed, so don't make my job more difficult than it has to be."

The spectacular aura around Yang Hua was instantly quelled by the arrival of Wei Bo.

Her gaze remained fixed intently on Chen Ping'an as she said, "It'll be within the rules if we establish a life and death contract."

"Unfortunately, your mistress doesn't seem like the type to abide by rules," Chen Ping'an mused.