"Fairy Han, not to be a busybody, but why did you hold back against those fellows? Give each of them a stroke of your sword and kill them."
"If they really come, I'll kill them then." Han Li said no more and turned to leave with her entourage.
"Fairy Han may have a cold face, but she has a kind heart. Too bad I can't lift a saber anymore, or I'd have cut that brat down myself."
"Oh, give it a rest. You'd be the one getting cut down."
"Exactly! Whenever we fought back in the day, you turtle-spawn were always the most afraid of dying, yet nobody could blow hot air like you!"
"I'll blow your damned mother!"
The bunch of old rogues smoked their dry tobacco, still not satisfied, and began bickering.
Han Li returned to her temporary residence, where her followers bustled about attending to her every need, doing all they could to curry favor.
Han Li ignored them and went alone to a waterfall in the outskirts to practice her swordsmanship.
Over the years, she had trained diligently and tirelessly, never letting up, until this habit was engraved deep in her bones.
Suddenly, the surrounding primordial energy surged, and a ghostlike figure quietly appeared. It was none other than Li Chen in the guise of Hu Ze's Avatar.
"Master." By now, Han Li had formally entered Li Chen's tutelage as his true disciple. At the sight of him, she hurriedly bowed.
A faint smile appeared on the face of Hu Ze's Avatar as he said to her, "Han Li, you're practicing your swordsmanship here again. Breaking through from foundation establishment peak isn't so easily accomplished through practice alone."
"It's just a habit," Han Li said.
"That won't do," Li Chen said. "In my view, this is