Mo Bai gave a very fair answer.
Seeing this, Zhou Jingting continued, "Defeating everyone of the same generation—Heaven's Chosen is a very fitting description."
"But that is not all I excelled at. Zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, lyrics, songs, and prose—I was proficient in almost every one of them."
"By those standards, what words would you use to describe me?"
Faced with Zhou Jingting's question, Mo Bai said, "Cultivators lived relatively long lives. Learning some zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting was not difficult."
"I needed to know your level before I could make an accurate evaluation."
Hearing this, Zhou Jingting said, "In literature, there is no first; in martial arts, there is no second. It is difficult to explain just how high one's level is with words alone."
"I'll give you a rather crude example, and you should understand my level."
"Between the five-hundredth and thousandth year, I used zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, lyrics, songs, and prose to defeat all those opponents I had beaten before, once again."
"You are an Academy disciple. You should know what that level meant."
At those words, even Mo Bai was somewhat moved.
"Only using zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting?"
"That's right!"
"Using only zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, lyrics, songs, and prose, I defeated the entire younger generation of the Heavenly Lotus Sect."
"Phew—"
Slowly exhaling a mouthful of Turbid Qi, Mo Bai said, "To achieve such a feat, you could indeed be called a talented woman—a dazzling talented woman."
"Since you were already so strong, why did you end up where you are today?"
Hearing this, Zhou Jingting smiled faintly. "Because I was too proud, and I did not have a deep background like yours. That made me a thorn in many people's eyes, a splinter in their flesh."
"The Heavenly