"Tch, they really found me."
When Zhao Jincheng finally used the Golden Jade Secret Technique to locate the enemy who had been toying with him repeatedly, Li Wanqing released the white sword she held with some disappointment on a desolate mountain not far from the outskirts of this distorted plain.
The white sword was about three feet long, with the tip embedded in the mountaintop. Its blade faintly revealed mysterious flowing patterns, and if examined closely, one could see details like mountains and rivers that seemed to vaguely correspond with the surrounding mountains.
When Li Wanqing let go of the sword, a graceful young man in white suddenly appeared next to it, gently picking up the white sword and meticulously wiping the hilt with a handkerchief.
Li Wanqing's eyebrows twitched as she watched: "Do you think I'm some kind of dirty thing!?" she said, blushing slightly, "I don't have sweaty hands, you know!"
