A figure flashed, and Lin Xian'er landed on the platform, her posture graceful, floating like a fairy.
"Oh? It's a beauty!"
The opposing disciple from Liuyun Sword Sect's eyes flickered with intense fervor.
He secretly felt fortunate that he could spar with such a beauty, thinking, perhaps, he should take advantage during the match.
"Beautiful lady, what future do you have in the Asking Immortal Sect? Why not join our Liuyun Sword Sect instead? With me, your senior brother covering you, I guarantee you'll be promoted to the Inner Sect pretty fast. Three years from now, when you stand here again, you will be the victor enjoying honor, not bearing shame!"
"Enough with the nonsense, are you done?"
Lin Xian'er spoke indifferently.
"Uh..."
The Liuyun Sword Sect disciple was clearly taken aback. Lin Xian'er's attitude gave him an odd illusion.
He suddenly felt that this woman might just capsize his boat in the gutter.
