Jiang Shouzhong cleared his throat and steadied his heart before stepping into the courtyard.
Inside the house, Li Guanshi was leisurely pruning the flowers and plants. Her delicate and slender figure was as tender as water, without a hint of boniness.
Because she was bending over, the roundness of her hips was fully visible.
It was hard to imagine that such a frail-looking woman could utterly crush the pride of Zhou Wei and his men.
"The Eight Extremes Sky-Burning Fist is passable, looking quite professional. Did Yan Changqing teach you that? But it doesn't seem to be his style. Could it be that guy has taken another disciple for someone else?" Li Guanshi asked casually.
Jiang Shouzhong replied, "I promised Mr. Yan to keep it a secret."
"Only the dead can keep secrets in this world."
Li Guanshi turned around gracefully, tiptoeing towards Jiang Shouzhong with light and exquisite steps, her misty cheeks smiling, "But as it happens, you are precisely a dead man."
