"Pah! You bandit woman! Kill me or cut me up, do as you please!" Wen Shishan was determined to die, having already cast aside all thought of life and death. She stiffened her neck and shouted, "Mr. Feng and I are not people who cling to life and fear death! If you have the guts, then do it! Kill us! Otherwise, when we descend to the Netherworld, we will become Fierce Ghosts and—MMMMPH..."
Chu Chengfeng clamped a hand over Wen Shishan's mouth. 'You stupid woman,' he cursed internally. 'After all these years in the Jianghu, you still don't get that where there's life, there's hope?'
"Xiao Buping." Xie Luohe shook her head with a smile, looking at the ashen-faced, elegant adulterer. "You..."
"Say no more," Xiao Buping said, his voice cold. "I am known as the Iron Fan Scholar, Xiao Buping. That is all."
"Good." Xie Luohe nodded, her gaze finally falling on the silent Zheng Xiu. "And you, who are you?"
