Several people were kneeling there. The rain, choosing the worst possible moment, began to pour.
Soaked to the bone, some of them started to complain.
"It's all your fault! Why did you have to pick a fight with Sister Cuihua?"
"One more word out of you and I’ll beat you to a pulp," Qingchun retorted fiercely, scaring the other into silence.
Just then, a grand procession approached. It was Pei Jinxiu, traveling with an air of immense power. Beside him sat a seductive woman—none other than Cuihua.
Chapter 47