In the tower of Tian Jue Manor, three young Celestial women stood on the windowsill, their gazes piercing across the estate, watching Lin Shen and Tian Xiaocao locked in a stalemate.
These three women were Tian Jue's daughters: Tian Xiaofeng, Tian Xiaoya, and Tian Xiaosong.
"Do you think Lin Shen can make it past Xiaocao?" Tian Xiaoya's eyes carried a bewitching charm, as if they could steal one's soul, her entire being exuding a lazy air.
"Xiaocao's swordsmanship is far too ruthless; one strike kills seven lives. Even top-tier Nirvana won't withstand it. That Lin Shen, so ignorant of death, dares to boast about blocking Xiaocao's ten strikes. He'll probably be slaughtered in just one," Feng Xiaosong said.
"He insists on courting death despite being warned. What a troublemaker. If Xiaocao actually kills him, how are we supposed to face Aunt later?" Tian Xiaofeng sighed.
