The bugle that had sounded within the stronghold was the battle horn signaling an enemy attack.
I had long anticipated that the Ten Thousand Poison Hall would resort to this tactic, so I quickly put on the cheongsam.
The moment I emerged from the water, the cheongsam dried on its own.
Glancing down the mountain, sure enough, the messenger was the Little Turnip Head who had been beaten earlier in the day.
He had taken quite a beating, even his standing posture was a bit off.
Yet, stubborn as he was, the little fellow still insisted on calling me an ugly woman.
Children speak without a filter; they're the most genuine, untainted beings in this world.
Just like the child who revealed the truth in "The Emperor's New Clothes," I naturally held no grudge against his thoughts.
I descended directly along the vines, "Walk two steps for me to see."
