"Who?"
The soft laughter seemed distant as the horizon, yet close enough to be right in front of one's eyes. Under Shi Xiaole's spiritual search, akin to that of the Forbidden Martial Emperor, he could only discern a blurred shadow moving back and forth, elusive to capture.
"Handsome young man, try calling me 'sister' so I can hear it," said the woman, giggling. Her voice was incredibly soft and sweet, like that of an eight- or nine-year-old girl, but her words were thick with teasing.
A breath of fragrance wafted by Shi Xiaole's ear; by the time he reacted, the woman's trace was already gone. Her speed was too fast, even Shi Xiaole couldn't keep up with her movements.
"Using your strength to bully the weak, Senior, don't you find this a little boring?"