“Bodyguards! Protect this Holy Son!”
Holy Son Chu Tian clutched his bleeding right thigh behind the gilded poles of his palanquin, putting on a tragic, trembling voice as Saintess Lin Qing advanced with her frost-covered blade. “Sister Lin Qing has been poisoned by this outsider’s dark witchcraft! Stop her before she hurts herself—and cut those three little devils into pieces!”
SHING! SHING! SHING!
Twenty slender figures in silver-trimmed white battle robes leaped down from the palanquin ribbons and outer pillars, landing in a tight half-circle between Chu Tian and Saintess Lin Qing.
They were Chu Tian’s twenty personal Rank 4 Peak Female Sword-Guards, led by twenty-two-year-old Guard Captain Liu Yan.
Every single one of the twenty swordswomen had bright pink hearts swirling inside her pupils. Brainwashed at ninety-five percent by three months of breathing Chu Tian’s peach-blossom incense day and night. They didn’t even notice the vomit frozen to Chu Tian’s boots or the cheap red dye staining his fingers.
“Step back, Saintess Lin Qing!” Guard Captain Liu Yan shouted, raising a chipped iron longsword with both hands while nineteen narrow spirit-swords locked onto Lin Qing and Gu Changsheng. “Brother Chu is the purest gentleman in the Nine Continents!
Even if he asks us to jump into a sword furnace, our twenty sisters will gladly burn to ashes to shield his robes!”
