More and more nicks and bleeding cuts covered the lank man. Ripping his clothes apart. He even lost his cloak at some point in the constant defensive posture he was forced into. Attempting to twist. Dodge. Dive. And a ton of other maneuvers to escape debilitating and death blows. Jun was not holding back. Not an ounce of hesitation in her attempt to slit his throat if given the opportunity. It confused Yin Hu. The girl was an odd case of either being the super confident and relentless cultivator he first witnessed during his arrival. Or the damsel too scared to fight back. Even against mortals. He was expecting much less than this, especially with her fear of branding. YagWan and his disciples certainly looked the part.He had been expecting to intervene once things got out of hand. Give Jun a taste of battle. Then slowly milk the presence of the three men into eventually breaking her out of it while they practiced their Tai Chi. Improving their meridians. Away from prying eyes, of course. He had checked his rice bag quickly while everyone was distracted. It had multiple pavilions and massive tents they could use to hide themselves. Afford them an amount of privacy. One of them even prevented any sound from escaping the interiors of the thin cloth covers.Even if the bullshit artist YagWan was around. “Senior, please.” YagWan looked back and forth between Yin Hu and the fight. He was practically about to jump out of his seat. Fingers and knuckles white from how hard he gripped his chair’s arms. Body tensing every time Jun’s blade got to close. He seemed to groan and wince with every cut and scratch too as though he could feel it. Breathing hard and sweating. “Her nascent Dao bolstered by her heavenly blade. It suffocates him. He can’t fight back. Not until he unlocks his own. This is an unfair battle.”Dao? Suffocating? Nascent?“Unfair?” Yin Hu tested the waters in an attempt (...)