"Little Martial Uncle was named Ke Haoran, one of the strongest people in the world.
He once fought the Buddhist Sect's Chief Lecturer and... that... the Abbey Master of Zhishou Abbey on the Desolate Plain. Neither of them was a match for Little Martial Uncle. In the end, it even drew out Lord Haotian himself. If not for the newly emerged god who fought Lord Haotian, Little Martial Uncle would probably have..."
Chen Pipi pointed at the sky above as he spoke to Ning Que. Though he did not finish, Ning Que understood what kind of figure his Little Martial Uncle had been—truly peerless in bearing.
Ning Que had naturally heard storytellers speak of the battle between two gods in the year he was born. He had once taken it for nothing more than a myth, never expecting it to have truly happened...
"Then there was Little Martial Uncle's disciple, who was also his son.
Ke Yu. His cultivation in the way of the sword was not much weaker than Fourth Senior Brother's."
"You already met Fifth Senior Sister in the Old Book Tower. Remember not to speak too loudly later. Don't disturb Fifth Senior Sister while she's writing." Chen Pipi looked toward the narrow gap below the mountain path and spoke softly.
Ning Que froze at those words. Looking at the cautious Chen Pipi, he could not help asking,
"Is Fifth Senior Sister very fierce?"
"Shh... I didn't say anything." Chen Pipi glanced around, bent at the waist, and slowly replied.
Ning Que followed Chen Pipi through the gap and entered the Old Book Tower.
There, a figure sat before a desk, wielding a wolf-hair brush and writing upon paper.
Chen Pipi led Ning Que to the desk and respectfully saluted. "Fifth Senior Sister."
The woman in pale green