"Tsk..." Bai Xiong glanced at Han Qingxiu, "She's a bit thin and frail, not strong at all, and doesn't look tough."
Well, a brute who only thinks about muscles is different.
Most people would be concerned about Han Qingxiu's gender upon first meeting her, but Bai Xiong's first concern was whether she was strong or not.
"Is strength related to body size?"
Wu Er countered with a question.
Bai Xiong wanted to answer "Of course," but after seeing Wu Er's physique, he swallowed his words.
After all, Wu Er's physique is rather thin.
Yes, you can't even call them well-proportioned; you can only say they're somewhat thin.
This is because he was overworked and didn't have enough to eat when he was young, which is why he developed this physique.
Even though he has now become an immortal, he still cannot completely eliminate the effects of this illness that he developed in childhood.
Bai Xiong looked at Wu Er's physique and chose not to speak.
They were saying they'd fight, but now they've chickened out.
It seems that this warlike demon saint is still afraid of Wu Er at heart, probably because that sword strike back then left him with too many psychological scars.
The immortal and the demon saint fell silent again.
Wu Er didn't want to talk, and Bai Xiong couldn't talk. It would be really awkward if these two got together and didn't fight.
After a long pause, Bai Xiong finally spoke in a deep voice: "What brings you here?"
Wu Er replied, "I was just passing by, looking for the end of the Qijiang River, and had no other purpose."
"Hmm..." Bai Xiong let out a muffled sound, then said, "Well... if there's nothing else, I'll be going."
Unable to bear the awkward atmosphere any longer, Bai Xiong decided to run away...
I have no idea what he came here to do.
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