"Hahaha, good death, good death!" Daoist Tianxu laughed loudly a few times before finally breathing his last.
"Cousin!" Xiaolongnü cried out and hurriedly caught Li Qingluo. Feeling her faint, feeble pulse, she quickly turned to Song Qingshu. "Brother Song, please save her."
Song Qingshu snorted. "Wasn't this what you brought upon yourselves?"
Xiaolongnü explained, "My cousin truly didn't know they intended to murder the Wudang Sect. She even told me earlier that it was fortunate they had only confined True Master Zhang; otherwise... otherwise, she would have no way to face you in the future."
The Wudang crowd immediately wore strange expressions. They had heard that the White Lotus Holy Mother was a widow, and supposedly even had a rather grown daughter. Yet from the sound of it, she seemed to have some unclear relationship with Song Qingshu?
Zhang Sanfeng said, "Qingshu, don't blame the two of them either. If she hadn't risked her life to shield us just now, we likely wouldn't have lived until your arrival. We would already have perished."
"That's right." Yu Lianzhou and the others also described what had just happened.
Song Qingshu said, "But if not for her Sorrowful Crisp Breeze, how could Wudang have suffered such a calamity?"
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. "That was not the case. Before the Sorrowful Crisp Breeze took effect, Yuanqiao, Lianzhou, and the others had already been subdued. The main reason was that the enemy's scheme linked one trap to the next, making it utterly impossible to guard against."
Zhang Sanfeng caught his breath and continued, "You saw it yourself just now. They truly stopped at nothing—first calculating the lamp oil, then setting mechanisms on the doors and windows, even specially gathering a group of blind assassins skilled at killing in darkness. And to ensure success, Daoist