"Eldest Martial Sister, have you still not found those two damned bastards?" The Second Martial Brother, clad in blue, had long since lost his former suave composure. His eyes were filled with venomous hatred.
Han Mei shook her head, her eyes flashing with indignation and anger. "Perhaps they're dead," she said. "That woman was hit by my Vein-Eroding Palm; she definitely couldn't have survived. As for the man... maybe he's been lost to the sea as well. There could be powerful aquatic Spirit Beasts in this ocean."
Even though Han Mei didn't quite believe it herself, it seemed to be the only explanation. She refused to believe the two of them could evade her, not under the sweep of her sect's unique and powerful Divine Sense.
