Chapter 12 The Stellar Swordsmanship Of The Big Dipper

• "Brother Tan Xuan," Nalan Piaoxue slobbered, clutching Tan Xuan's sleeve and pointing at a red-clad woman. "Look at those eyes—like foxfire! That waist, sinuous as a water snake, and lips red as poppies. A peerless temptress, no?" His eyes, pinched into greedy slits, glistened with lupine hunger, a thread of drool clinging to his chin.
• Tan Xuan grimaced, prying the fat man's fingers loose and edging away. The stench of alcohol and cheap perfume wafted from Nalan's peach-blossom robe.
• "Brother, from the moment I saw you, I knew we were kindred souls!" Nalan yanked him back, voice booming. "Imagine: the Dashing Duo! We'll make history across the Eastern Domain—legends of our romantic exploits will—"