By the Misty Rain Lake, Tang Shisan fell silent.
She suddenly remembered what Wang Xian had said to her when the four of them from the Kunlun Sword Sect first met him all those years ago.
Back then, the little Daoist had clearly been a nobody, yet he had fought her, Meng Xiaolou, and Xi Tinghua.
He had even thrown out a challenge, saying that once the three of them became stronger, they could come find him anytime... He had acted as if he were the greatest under heaven, never afraid that someone might grow strong enough to come after him for revenge.
Come to think of it, from the Forbidden Grounds of East Phoenix to Sand City on the Heavenly Road, Wang Xian had always been like that. He didn't mind letting his opponents go, and he didn't hesitate to swing his sword and kill.
Just as at the Questioning Platform beneath the Daoist temple on the Heavenly Road, he could spare the women from Hundred Flowers Valley with a single thought, yet cut down the elders of the Heavenly Saint Sect without the slightest mercy.
She glanced at her older sister. Tang Qingyu was whispering to Long Qingmei, seemingly asking why Wang Xian had clearly slain four elders, yet spared Feng Sanniang of the Hehuan Sect.
Naturally, Long Qingmei wouldn't tell Tang Qingyu that Wang Xian had spared Feng Sanniang because she had pleaded for her.
Almost unconsciously, she wanted to leave herself a way out.
If one day the Hehuan Sect truly turned against her, she could still bring up what had happened today...
After all, Feng Sanniang had died in that instant.
If she hadn't pleaded with Wang Xian, if he hadn't softened for a moment—
Gazing at Feng Linglong, whose white dress made her seem