"You see?"
Wenren Pingxin was half-reclining, covered with a thick quilt. Perhaps because the quilt was too short, her straight left leg was half-exposed, white and tender as snow, incomparably delicate.
Su Bei raised his head to look at Wenren Pingxin and sighed, "Is recruitment really so competitive? Isn't it good enough just to rely on the sect's powerful strength?"
"..."
Wenren Pingxin pursed her lips dismissively, her beautiful eyes swirling as she gazed at Su Bei and said softly, "Bei Bei, let me ask you. Which of these 985 Sects is bad?"
"..."
Su Bei answered without hesitation, "The Sword Sect..."
However, upon seeing Wenren Pingxin's eyes filled with murderous intent—as if she would draw her sword and kill him in the next moment—he instinctively shivered and quickly added, "The Sword Sect and the other 985 Sects are all quite good; there's no difference."
