"Senior Sister, what do you mean by that?" White Crystal could not suppress her curiosity and could not help asking.
Spring Thirteenth Mother explained, "It means exactly what it says!"
"If Demon King hadn't left, I might have gone limp right in front of him." Spring Thirteenth Mother had not originally wanted to say such things.
But everyone here was one of their own. There was nothing she could not say, nothing she needed to hide.
"Ah?"
Upon hearing Spring Thirteenth Mother's words, White Crystal looked utterly shocked. "What? Senior Sister, you were actually afraid of Demon King?"
White Crystal was deeply astonished. Someone like Spring Thirteenth Mother was afraid of Demon King? Wasn't that being far too low-key? Wasn't that disguise a little too convincing?
Was this the style of a low-key master? Staying understated, concealing her strength, then pretending to be weak and crushing the enemy at a critical moment for a grand display? That was what White Crystal thought. After all, Spring Thirteenth Mother had done nothing but stand there, yet she had scared Demon King away.
That scene.
It had been etched deeply into White Crystal's mind, impossible to erase. In White Crystal's eyes, her Senior Sister was a hidden, low-key master.
She usually looked weak and pathetic, but whenever she herself faced danger, she would reveal her strength. She had always been pretending to be weak to overpower the strong.
And Spring Thirteenth Mother saying this only seemed like further concealment to White Crystal—concealing her power, concealing her strength, making everyone believe that she was merely weak. That way, she could put on another show next time.
Naturally, Spring Thirteenth Mother had no idea what White Crystal was thinking. She let out a long breath, looking as though she had narrowly survived a disaster, and