Early the next morning, Song Qingshu bade farewell to Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao, and the others, then headed down the mountain with the women.
Li Qingluo could still hold on at first, but after walking for a while, she truly could not go on. She had suffered severe injuries, and even though Song Qingshu had treated her the day before, there was no way she could recover so quickly. Wudang Mountain might not have been as steep and dangerous as Mount Hua, but it was hardly easy terrain.
"Let's rest for a while," Song Qingshu said helplessly. "Earlier, I suggested having two young Daoists carry a sedan chair for you. Wouldn't it have been better for you to sit in it? You insisted on pushing yourself."
"I, the dignified White Lotus Holy Mother, have dominated the martial world for years. Since when did I need people to carry me?" Li Qingluo snapped. "Especially filthy men who are only fit to be fertilizer!"
Song Qingshu handed her a waterskin. "You smell wonderful, you smell wonderful. Have some water."
Li Qingluo harrumphed and took the waterskin for a sip, only to accidentally choke. Xiaolongnü hurriedly patted her back.
Taking the opportunity, Song Qingshu drew Shen Biqun over and introduced her. "Yesterday, I introduced Biqun and Long'er to each other, but you had passed out then. Let me formally introduce you today. This is Madam Wang of Mantuo Mountain Villa, and also the White Lotus Holy Mother of the renowned White Lotus Society. This is Shen Biqun of the Shanyin Shen Family. You all move in the Jiangnan circle, so you should have heard of each other."
"Heard of each other?" Li Qingluo gave the two of them a strange look. "You brat really have guts. You even dared to abduct the Crown