Atop Xiu Mountain, a woman stared at the bag of medicinal herbs in her hand, her brow furrowed in thought. Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked ahead.
A young man slowly appeared on the horizon, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The woman's voice was grave. "Another one come to challenge me?"
"That's right," Wen Qingye said with a faint smile.
The woman snorted coldly. "You're courting death. My Token is not something a mere Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven cultivator like you can covet."
Wen Qingye just smiled and asked slowly, "May we begin?"
"Fine. I'll give you a chance." The woman put away her bag, her gaze on Wen Qingye dripping with disdain.
But in the next instant, Wen Qingye was right in front of her.
"WHOOSH!"
All the woman heard was the wind rushing past her ears as her vision blurred into a daze.
'So fast!'
'Too fast!'
The next moment!
The woman threw her left arm up to block her chest and instinctively thrust her right palm forward.
"BOOM!"
