Shen Biqun had been raised in the sheltered confines of her family home. She had occasionally heard those young ladies and socialites talk about Song Qingshu, but back then, he had merely been a stranger to her. She had paid him little attention and naturally knew very little about him.
Later, when she met him in Liao Country, he became her only hope of survival. She could not help but begin asking around about Song Qingshu. Gradually, she learned many things about him, including his emotional entanglement with Zhou Zhiruo, the Emei Sect leader, his tragic experience at the Lion-Slaying Tournament, and how, after a period of obscurity, he suddenly returned to the martial world and became famous throughout the land. Everything about him seemed dreamlike and mysterious, making her unable to resist being curious about him.
Since she roughly knew what he had gone through over the years, she could naturally hear the helplessness in his voice. After all, the wounds he had suffered and the poisons he had taken would have killed anyone else more than ten times over. The healing and detoxification skills he had developed were entirely forged through fighting for his life.
Thinking of this, Shen Biqun suddenly felt a little heartache for the man before her. Outsiders only saw his glory, but how many had ever cared about the countless times he had struggled at the edge of life and death?
"Back at the Lion-Slaying Tournament, all your meridians were severed. How did you recover afterward?" Shen Biqun asked softly.
Song Qingshu had applied medicine to her wound, and since he had nothing else to do, he casually chatted with her. He told her how he had wandered the martial world, how chance had led him to learn from Wang Yuyan that the Divine