Profound Inner Breath

Qing'Er and Han Moxi carried two buckets of water from the courtyard and quickly returned to the fifth floor.

When she ran into Han Moze at the door, Qing'Er was left stunned.

Is he human? I've never seen someone so good looking!

He was a very beautiful man. His eyebrows were sharp, he had slender and deep dark eyes, a handsome nose, and bright thin lips. His hair was tied up with a black and gold hair pin, and his bangs were swept to both sides. His body was slender and tall, and his entire body exuded a strong and bossy aura!

Qing'Er was in utter shock. How frightening!

She had the vague feeling that this person was cold, so she shuddered and turned in hopes of walking around him.

"Brother!" Greeted Han Moxi affectionately with a grin, when he saw Han Moze.

Qing'Er suddenly turned her head to carefully observe Han Moze and Han Moxi. They really did resemble one another.

Han Moxi glanced at Qing'Er's watchful gaze and cold sweat dripping down his face. Why was she checking him out?

His eyes flickered and a smirk started to form in the corner of his mouth. He drew closer to Qing'Er and faintly whispered in her ear. "What have you gathered from checking me out?"

Qing'Er grinned as she turned to look at Han Moze, then squinted. She grit her teeth and let out a chuckle. "You don't look as good as your brother!"

Han Moxi's face turned pale. "As long as I'm better looking than you, then that's fine with me," he said through gritted teeth.

Qing'Er giggled. "Are you even a man? You're actually comparing how good-looking you are to me."

Han Moxi noticed the proud look on Qing'Er's face and snorted coldly. "All I know is that you're not a woman."

Qing'Er raised her foot in preparation to stomp on Han Moxi. Suddenly, Han Moxi remembered just how merciless this girl was earlier when she kicked that boy servant. Then, he thought about the pain and immediately jumped away.

Qing'Er shot Han Moxi an annoyed look, then bit her lip as she opened the door and stepped inside.

Han Moxi watched Qing'Er walk in and immediately followed her.

Han Moze looked up and into the room with a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. What kind of master raised such a daring and senseless maid?

If this woman really has a hundred year's worth of inner breath, she shouldn't be so young!

Could this girl be the old man's granddaughter?

In that moment, a number of thoughts flashed across Han Moze's mind.

He didn't know if his martial art skills were as impressive as the person inside, but he still had the confidence to win.

"It's really hot in here!" Han Moxi had only just stepped into the room and yet his face was already sweating. A gasp escaped his mouth.

Qing'Er quickly walked over to the wooden tub and poured the water in. With a clear voice, she cried, "Put the water down. You may leave now!"

Han Moxi looked up at the wooden tub and saw a woman in white with her head leant up against the tub.

He glanced around the room and didn't spot another soul.

This woman must be the master with almost a hundred years of inner breath!

But why does she look so young? He didn't think too much of it, and just put the water aside.

He stretched his neck out in hopes that the woman would look up at him and satisfy his curiosity.

Han Moze also stepped inside. With just one glance, he deduced that the heat came from the woman in the wooden tub. So, that was why she needed the water to cool off with...

This woman looked like she was merely eighteen years old. How could her inner breath be so strong?

The side of her face was covered with a few strands of hair, so they couldn't see her clearly.

However, there was evidently sweat running down her face.

Han Moze's eyes looked solemn. How did this woman survive in this heat?

With that thought, Han Moze smiled bitterly inside.

His body could turn extremely cold, and yet he seemed to live just fine, didn't he?