Appreciation flashed in Yan Qianlie's eyes. They say those who walk different paths cannot plan together, but he had come to respect and admire this woman more and more.
Such bearing and presence, such proud disdain—and his repeated losses at her hands through all these months of open and covert strife.
In the eyes of the demonic path, every female cultivator in the world was a cauldron. Yan Qianlie might walk the bloodthirsty road of mad battle, long since free of any carnal desire, but his contempt for women was rooted deep; he had never once thought Qiu Wuji amounted to anything.
Her great name was nothing but the work of those hypocrites of the righteous path—they see a pretty woman and flatter her into a goddess. One sedan chair carried by many hands, everyone boosting everyone, until it looked as though she were really that strong...
Only now did he know: Qiu Wuji was a true top-tier cultivator, the strongest opponent he had met in his life.
To win, he still had to strike at her Dao heart from another angle. "Does Sect Master Qiu know that by coming out in full force like this, she has fallen right into this Sect Master's scheme?"