"Senior Brother Li is right." The Wang-surnamed female sword master could not help feeling that something was strange as well. Furrowing her brows, she questioned Ding Ruoxing: "The swordsmanship you used this time was broad and forceful, completely different from before. Did some great expert in the sect newly teach you this swordsmanship? Where did you go last night? We didn't see you return to the sword arena. Why?"
Ru'er glanced at Tang Qi, Hai Ziyu, and Yang Pingping before saying, "Disciple... went to the back mountain to rest for a while. As a result, I had a dream. I dreamed that the Heavenly One Daoist transmitted sword techniques to me, so I slept until this afternoon and hurried back to the sword arena."
The moment those words left her mouth, everyone's expression changed. The group of sword masters stared at one another in shock, and even the disciples did not know what to say.
"What nonsense! How could the Daoist transmit sword techniques to you in a dream? Why didn't he come and teach me?"
"Even if he were transmitting sword techniques, he would have to choose someone worthy. Junior Sister, didn't you look in a mirror? You're old and ugly. Why would he teach you instead of us?"
"Exactly. You really know how to gild your own lily."
"The swordsmanship of our Heavenly One Daoist is universally acknowledged as unrivaled beneath heaven, and he is our guardian deity at that. You merely won two matches by a narrow margin, yet you dare spout such nonsense about the Daoist? Do you have a death wish?"
Some of the disciples naturally refused to believe her, and immediately began mocking her.
Ru'er bit her lip without offering the slightest rebuttal. After all, this matter truly was absurd. Even if it was