Hearing the desolation in Jiumozhi's voice, Song Qingshu was truly worried that his friend might never recover from this setback. He comforted him, "Ming Wang, don't be too discouraged. She is no little girl, but the mistress of Lingjiu Palace on Misty Peak—the famed Tianshan Tonglao, said to never need a second move to kill. There is nothing shameful about losing to her."
"Tianshan Tonglao?" Jiumozhi was startled. He had vaguely heard of this senior master before, but looking at the little girl before him, who appeared to be only around ten years old, it was difficult to connect the two.
"Hmph~" Tianshan Tonglao disliked being scrutinized like that. She directly turned away, leaving him with nothing but her proud, aloof back.
Song Qingshu continued, "Besides, Ming Wang, you were at a disadvantage due to incomplete information. You underestimated her at the outset and did not use your signature skills. Had you used the Flame Saber, it would still be uncertain who would emerge victorious."
He was not merely flattering him. In the original story, Jiumozhi had lost to Xu Zhu because he had gone to Shaolin Temple intending to humiliate it with the Seventy-two Ultimate Skills. Unfortunately, Xu Zhu also knew the Minor Formless Skill and had cultivated it more completely than he had. As a result, Jiumozhi's imitation Seventy-two Ultimate Skills, powered by the Minor Formless Skill, were suppressed at every turn. When he was finally forced into desperation and intended to use his own sect's martial arts, one of his hands was seized by Xu Zhu and could not break free. The Flame Saber happened to require both hands, severely weakening his abilities, and that was how he lost to Xu Zhu. In a true fight to the death, Xu Zhu, with no real combat experience, would