"I knew about that." Peacock nodded. "This disciple had not seen that child much, only heard that she had an extremely stubborn temperament. After Martial Aunt Jingxuan passed away, no one was left to preside over Xianzhu Courtyard. That child might not even have been formally taken under Martial Aunt Jingxuan's tutelage. There were not many servants in Xianzhu Courtyard, but she still received no shortage of cold stares. Sigh, I heard from Chen Chen that even the Sect Leader Martial Aunt knew about this, but that child gritted her teeth and said nothing, facing it all with cold eyes as she kept vigil for Martial Aunt Jingxuan for seven days and seven nights without sleep or rest..."
"Still calling her a child?" Abbess Jingfan said. "That young lady is already sixteen. She is not much younger than you."
"Hehe, Master is right. But the first time I saw her was four or five years ago, I think. She was still just a little girl then. In the blink of an eye, she is already sixteen. Time flies like lightning."
Hearing the wistfulness in Peacock's tone, Abbess Jingfan secretly nodded. The inner disciples of Yi Xiang Peak were all heaven-favored daughters, forever distant from the mortal world, with little exposure to worldly trifles. This naturally allowed them to advance in martial cultivation, yet upon reaching a certain level, they would fall into a bottleneck. Without being tempered by the chill and warmth of the world and the ways of human relationships, they could not enter a more profound realm. Over thousands of years, this bottleneck had stymied who knew how many peerless geniuses. As Abbess Jingfan's prized disciple, Peacock was one of the most outstanding figures on Yi Xiang Peak. Otherwise, the journey to Mochou City would not have fallen