Chapter 4690 — The Other Party Is Also an Acquaintance
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The trope of a hero saving a beauty had long been worn threadbare in the mortal world. Those spoiled young masters, desperate to win a fair lady's heart, would create opportunities even where none existed, hiring people to play the villain so as to set off their own shining image. Such tricks were a dime a dozen, nothing fresh at all.
Had he not known Qi Wenmo's character, Wei Zhao might well have suspected that these three had been deliberately hired with spirit jade to play actors. After all, the timing of their appearance was simply impeccable.
"Are you an idiot, kid? If not for the fact that you're the young master of the Qingtian Escort Agency of South Continent, Young Master Yin would have finished you off long ago. And you still dare to talk tough in front of us? With pitiful strength like that, what kind of hero are you playing at?" The man on the other side, whose furtive, rat-like features made him look thoroughly shifty, sneered without end.
"Exactly. Playing the hero in front of us—how many heads do you have? Or do you have no brains at all? Can't you see the gap in strength? A mere peak early-Nascent Soul and an early-Nascent Soul, and you think you can stand against our Young Master Yin? I'm really curious—just who gave you the courage, who gave you the nerve?" the same man rattled on, mocking them wantonly.
"I say, have you two still not figured out the situation? Our Young Master Yin is a core disciple of the Snow Sword Sect of Middle Island, a genuine consummate Nascent Soul expert. Do you even understand what that means? It means that in this West Island Trial, our Young Master Yin is the strongest. So I shouldn't have to waste my breath telling you what you ought to do now, should I?" The rat-faced man wore a smug look, like a fox borrowing the tiger's might.
The Snow Sword Sect? Wei Zhao, who was slowly walking over, was taken aback again at the words. He thought to himself that indeed nothing in this world was so coincidental that it did not make a good story—and thank goodness this one was not Wei Shenjin. Otherwise, today's affair would have been truly interesting.
"Well? Have you thought it over?" said the man in the center of the three, the one called Young Master Yin. At first glance he had a certain air of an expert about him, and his looks were passable, handsome enough—except that his eyes always carried a trace of something sinister, giving one the sense that he was not entirely upright.
"Hmph. Does something like this need thinking over? I'll say it again: if you dare touch a single hair on Luoluo, then today it ends only with one of us dead!" Qi Wenmo narrowed his eyes at this Young Master Yin. This man was the greatest threat—a consummate Nascent Soul expert after all, and one such as him was already more than he and Xia Qianqian could handle.
"Tsk, tsk. That sounds rather spirited. A pity the brains don't work." Young Master Yin did not even glance at Qi Wenmo; his eyes were fixed brazenly and unblinkingly on Xia Qianqian.
He was an old hand who had known countless women, and he could naturally tell that Xia Qianqian's plain appearance was a disguise. From her bearing alone he could judge that this woman was surely a rare beauty.
Xia Qianqian felt her skin crawl under his gaze and hurried to hide behind Qi Wenmo. Though her strength surpassed his, at moments like this a woman was always at a natural disadvantage—though fortunately, Qi Wenmo's conduct had given her some comfort.
Thanks to these three, that hazy, formless feeling in her heart had now begun, at last, to truly take root.