Xing Wenging had rendered every move I made as carefree and flawless, while Zhao Xuan Yi, despite his fierce expression, looked as though he were barely holding me off from all sides—clearly no match for me at all. Judging by the way these noble scions spoke of me, I really was lofty, grand, and utterly invincible.
How could they know how desperate I had been when facing Zhao Xuan Yi, who possessed the power of the Nine Postnatal Sons? How miserably I had fought? I still remembered that I had spent most of the time running and only occasionally striking back, nearly getting killed by Zhao Xuan Yi several times. It was only because I was the victor now that everyone thought I had fought with ease.
"Fine work. But Zhao Xuan Yi was in a much sorrier state back then than he is here. He bore the connecting channels of the Nine Postnatal Sons, and his entire body was far more grotesque than in the painting." Shengtu Wushuang had participated in that battle as well, though only in a logistical capacity. She had merely seen it from afar.
"In the painting... what was the City Lord like?" Xing Wenging repeatedly prompted Shengtu Wushuang to explain the painting's true circumstances. Of course, she was curious too. From the other woman's few words, she knew that Shengtu Wushuang had experienced that battle, and she very much wanted to know what I had been like then.
"My husband used the Forbidden Origin Creation Technique to stop Zhao Xuan Yi from creating the world and prevent the living beings of the Nine Heavens from being wiped out by the creation of the world. He overpowered Zhao Xuan Yi and stopped creation from occurring, but the price was enormous, which was why he fell