Abbess Jingfan's first words after coming back to her senses were, "That boy is bragging! I have experienced the might of 'Yellow Wind' myself. Neither Peacock nor you were its match. Ren Xiaoyao was merely a little medicine boy; even if his martial arts were peerless, there was absolutely no way he could have escaped alive from 'Yellow Wind's' claws."
"But..." Chen Chen said anxiously, "he did not say he escaped directly. He said he was wounded by 'Yellow Wind,' then it was called away by a roar. So it thought he was dead and did not take his life. He... he would not lie to me, would he?"
Peacock thought for a moment. "Ren Xiaoyao looks very honest. Before he entered the Incense-Passing Cult, he could already escort a beauty for a thousand miles. Calling him chivalrous and righteous would not be an exaggeration. Besides, from what you said, he sacrificed himself to lure away 'Yellow Wind' in order to save several Pill-Refining Hall disciples. That is precisely in keeping with his character. I do not think he would lie."
"There was actually someone in this world who would cast aside his own life to save others?" Abbess Jingfan was the first to disbelieve it. "Your master has lived to such an age and seen countless people. How have I never encountered anyone of such lofty character and bright integrity?"
"Seen countless people?" Chen Chen clapped a hand over her little mouth, nearly crying out in alarm. "That phrase... does not seem quite appropriate, does it?"
She could explain the meaning of those words to Peacock, but how would she dare explain it to Abbess Jingfan?
"Chen Chen?" Abbess Jingfan seemed to notice Chen Chen's surprise and asked, "What is it? Do you think there was something wrong with