"This... all right." I could only pick up my wine cup and drain it with her. If I had been Senior Brother, then what she said would have been right, but unfortunately, I was Xia Yitian. I had studied these nine extraordinary techniques to win, after all. Of course, now that things had turned out this way, I could hardly refuse her wine.
In truth, Lu Xian'er was weighed down with gloom. I knew perfectly well how chaotic the inner world of an innocent young girl could become after enduring such a desperate situation. She had spent so many years on the mountain without ever going down, yet she had never imagined that the moment her parents sent her away would be their eternal farewell. It was enough to make anyone sigh.
That was why Lu Xian'er needed wine as well. As the saying went, one drank until one was drunk and done with it. Even if it could not dispel all her sorrows, venting some of her pent-up grievances would at least make her feel a little better. After that, she could think about what to do next.
"Senior Brother... have you ever thought that we might never be able to defeat Master?" After three cups of wine, Lu Xian'er's face was already filled with pessimism.
"Impossible. As long as we keep growing stronger, there's no way we won't defeat him. Otherwise, what are we cultivating and learning for?" I gave a bitter smile.
"But what if ten years aren't enough, and a hundred years still aren't enough? Then what are we cultivating for? We can't even avenge our own parents..." Tears streamed down Lu Xian'er's face.
"Don't worry. Senior Brother will shoulder this matter with you. Your blood feud is my blood feud as well. How could I