"..."
She had to admit that she did indeed have feelings for Chen Mu.
But hearing someone describe her as a toad coveting swan meat still left Song Wanjun feeling rather uncomfortable.
After all, in the past, she had always been the one described as the swan.
Song Wanjun did not understand. What was wrong with admiring a hero and appreciating Chen Mu's talents?
At the very least, Song Wanjun did not want to lie to her own heart.
She retreated behind the wall. There was no need to invite humiliation.
Who wasn't talked about behind their back?
Over the years, plenty of people had acknowledged her as the Great Wu Dynasty's foremost talented woman.
Just as many had believed she did not deserve that title.
If Song Wanjun really took every slight to heart, she would have angered herself into coughing up blood.
"No way! An instant kill? Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
"No! You saw correctly. It really was an instant kill with a single move!"
"At that floor, just how powerful would someone have to be to kill their opponent in one move?"
Hearing the cries of astonishment behind her, Song Wanjun stopped and turned to look again.
She looked at the image projected by the Recording Stone, showing Ye Qingcheng's ascent through the tower.
In the image, Ye Qingcheng cut a dashing figure. Alone with her sword, she brutally overwhelmed the remnant soul images left by the various elite disciples.
She truly was a heroine among women!
Admiration began to stir in Song Wanjun's heart.
Ye Qingcheng really was strong!
In this age where martial strength reigned supreme, she was more qualified than Song Wanjun to enter Qingyun Prefecture and remain by Chen Mu's side.
Fortunately, Song Wanjun was not entirely without a chance.