Su Bei casually found a spot to sit down, his arm resting on the low table as he propped up his face and stared unblinkingly at Wenren Pingxin.
Wenren Pingxin set down the candy figurine she was holding, leaned forward, her breasts resting on the low table, and looked at Su Bei with furrowed brows in confusion, "What’s the matter? Is there sothing on my face?"
Under the crimson dusk, the light shone through the window onto her face. Su Bei looked at her perfect visage and gently smiled as he spoke, "Junior Brother was just observing how beautiful Eldest Senior Sister looks when she smiles."
Wenren Pingxin’s expression suddenly stiffened as she looked into Su Bei’s smiling eyes. She felt slightly annoyed in her heart. She lazily stretched out her jade arm, and then pinched Su Bei’s ear, reproaching, "Bei Bei, are you even flirting with your Eldest Senior Sister?"
Su Bei quickly covered his ear, smiling as he looked at her.
Behind that mature face, perhaps there really was a remnant of youthful sentintality. Two distinctly different temperants appeared on the sa person, yet the contrast didn’t feel abrupt; on the contrary, it was extraordinarily natural and carried an indescribable sense of beauty.
"What have you co to see Senior Sister for?"
Perhaps because she was slightly uncomfortable under Su Bei’s scrutinizing gaze, Wenren Pingxin cleared her throat, tidied up the files on the low table, and sat upright as if to regain the authority of being the Eldest Senior Sister, speaking seriously.
She thought to herself that her junior brother had beco more and more presumptuous in front of her.
Su Bei casually picked up the cup Wenren Pingxin had used from the low table, showing no hesitation. He took a light sip and then retrieved a jar from his storage ring.
Seeing the jar, Wenren Pingxin appeared visibly startled, then took it and carefully examined it in her hand, "Green-purple Qi? Where did you get this? Is this that mysterious thing you ntioned before that can extract soone else’s constitution..."
Su Bei nodded and recounted everything he saw when he returned to the Sword Sect.
Wenren Pingxin lightly tapped her fingers on the low table, squinted her eyes, and sighed softly before speaking, "Your Second Senior Brother has been investigating this matter closely recently. The inexplicable death of his direct disciple has been a great blow to him. This incident should be reported to the Saintess at the Sacred Land."
"Only five days are left, and we’ll set off the day after tomorrow."
She paused, then flipped through the files on the low table and spoke to Su Bei, "This ti, the emperors of the two great dynasties will also attend the newcor’s competition, which is different from the past and has been extended much longer."
"Hosted by the Saintess of the Sacred Land herself, the ’Underworld Sect’ Immortal Platform will be set up, allowing any cultivator below the Dao Integration level from various sects to take the stage. The sect that wins first place may even be granted the title ’Number One Sect in the World’ by the Sacred Land itself."
"..."
Su Bei blinked in surprise. The emperors had never participated in previous newcors’ competitions. This event belonged to sects, so why were the immortal courts butting in? Could it be they could no longer refrain, trying to carve out a piece from the sects?
"Our Sword Sect does not dare to covet the title of the ’Number One Sect in the World,’ but we cannot afford to lose too disgracefully either."
"Your several Senior Brothers are at the Peak Refining Void level, and Little Xi has even stepped into the Half-Step into Dao Integration realm. Although the chances aren’t great, we must at least secure a spot in the top ten."
"Make sure you do not show off recklessly when the ti cos, do you hear ?"
"Don’t assu that just because you defeated Luo Ritian, you can be complacent and filled with pride. His strength doesn’t even qualify him to step onto the Immortal Platform! That Immortal Platform will definitely host so of the most profound and powerful cultivators in this world..."
Su Bei nodded like a pecking chicken.
Only a fool would go to the Immortal Platform. He was painfully aware of his own level. Just fighting Luo Ritian nearly caused all his ridians to burst, let alone facing those old-tirs who had lingered in Refining Void for who knows how many years?
Seeing the way he agreed without hesitation, Wenren Pingxin wore a suspicious look. He wouldn’t actually go and show off when the ti ca, would he? As for her feelings towards her junior brothers and sisters, she had a particularly strong affection for Su Bei. How could she bear to see him get hurt?
In line with a woman’s skeptical nature, Wenren Pingxin raised her hand and spoke, "Then let’s make a pact with a palm strike!"
Su Bei paused, then a very handso smile appeared on his lips. Did his Senior Sister still possess a trace of childlike innocence in so aspects?
He happily stretched out his hand and slapped it onto hers. The two palms ca together, emitting a crisp sound.
"Junior Brother promises you, I won’t go showing off!"
Wenren Pingxin smiled. That’s more like it. She looked up to see the sun had nearly set, hesitated for a mont, her rosy lips moving slightly as she asked, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
This casual offer struck straight to Su Bei’s heart. In that mont of reverie, he felt a warmth akin to the dying sun, as if with Wenren Pingxin, Su Bei had once again found the feeling of ho.
He thought it over for a mont and then gently shook his head, "No, thanks, Senior Sister. My disciple has already prepared congee for at No-Sword Peak."
"..."
Wenren Pingxin’s gaze hardened, and then she smiled faintly, waved her hand nonchalantly and went back to flipping through the various files on the low table.
After Su Bei left, she stood up. It was as if all her weariness gushed out at that mont. She lazily lay on the embroidered couch, her head resting on her snowy white jade arms, her slender jade legs gently rubbing together. The authority she had put up in front of Su Bei vanished in an instant.
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