Fu Zheng lowered her head to look at herself, then touched her jade-like face before turning to the two women in confusion.
"Abyssal... Fall... Sword Art?" Mo Qing asked.
Fu Zheng nodded.
Then she came to her senses and said apologetically, "Sister Lu, I'm sorry, I..."
Lu Qingyuan waved her jade-like hand and asked softly, "You cultivated the Abyssal Fall Sword Art?"
Fu Zheng said embarrassedly, "It was only because His Highness guided and taught me that I barely managed to enter the gate."
The Abyssal Fall Sword Art was subtle and profound. She had only just barely entered the gate and was still far from attaining true mastery.
Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing exchanged a glance, their bright eyes fixed intently on Fu Zheng.
Fu Zheng asked in puzzlement, "Sister Lu, did I practice it wrong?"
"Come, let's go to the residence." Mo Qing took Fu Zheng's jade-like hand and smiled. "We can have a proper talk there."
Fu Zheng did not object. Without even looking at the rigid, motionless Zhao Changge, she followed the two women out of the tavern.
After leaving the tavern, the three women threaded their way through the bustling street, talking as they walked.
Lu Qingyuan said, "Sister Fu, to tell you the truth, neither of us has managed to cultivate this Abyssal Fall Sword Art yet."
Fu Zheng froze, then said awkwardly, "This sword art cannot be passed on to others, can it?"
Mo Qing said, "If it couldn't be passed on, how could the Imperial Son-in-Law have seen it?"
Lu Qingyuan said, "It was ownerless to begin with. I happened to acquire it, but I would not claim it for myself."
"Sister Lu is truly magnanimous," Fu Zheng praised.
If it had been her, she absolutely could not have been so generous.