"What are these?"
"This junior will remember."
Bai Qiuran flicked his sleeve and left.
"Betrayal by fellow cultivators, open and covert struggles among all sides, and after Master ascended, those demonic cultivators and Yao Mo whom he had suppressed and who had not dared act rashly—almost all of them poured their fury onto the sect he had founded with his own hands. In the Azure Nether Sword Sect's hardest days, there were only twenty or thirty disciples left. We were even forced to abandon the land our patriarch had left behind, drifting through the Ten Lands of Jiuzhou without a home for two or three hundred years, nearly dwindling into extinction."
"But weren't we in such a situation because of you..."
"Master..."
"Ah, no more, no more."
"Yes."
Su Xiangxue rolled her eyes at Bai Qiuran.
When they arrived, they happened to catch Su Xiangxue helping Zuo Yanfei change clothes. Zuo Yanfei's armor had been destroyed by two other Baiyue Temple disciples in the previous battle, and her clothes had been left in tatters as well. Yet the clothes of the other Hehuan Sect disciples were far too revealing for this plainly dressed maiden, so Su Xiangxue had Zuo Yanfei change into her own clothes. Their height and build happened to be fairly similar, too.
"Actually, I know what you want to say."
After the two fooled around for a while, the room door was pushed open. Smiling sweetly, Su Xiangxue ushered out Zuo Yanfei, who was now dressed in a white long skirt.
He looked at the young man and said, "The three disciples of your sect were killed by my disciple because you struck at her first. Before she acted, she even warned you that I had taught her only killing moves and books. Did you think my