Bai Qing'er rode swiftly after Lin Lang.
When her master Zhu Yuyan first summoned her into a secret chamber and said she would teach her a secret art reconstructed by combining the two sects' fragments of the Heavenly Demon Strategy, Bai Qing'er had been delighted.
Although she was Zhu Yuyan's disciple, she rarely saw her master, and had never seen her master smile at her.
Her master had eyes only for Wanwan. Always, only Wanwan.
She had always thought that if she practiced hard and worked hard for her master, her master would see her differently. Even treating her half as well as Wanwan-no, a tenth as well-would have been enough.
But from the moment her master taught her the Maiden Art, she knew she would never be anything more than a pawn in her master's eyes, one that could be sacrificed at any moment.
Her master had seized the opportunity presented by the Li Clan leader Li Yuan's extensive selection of consorts to send her undercover at his side, intending to use her Maiden Art to cripple him.
To cultivate this art, she had to insert silver needles into her acupuncture points every day, suffering extraordinary pain.
Rather than martial arts, it was more of a secret art, designed specifically to deal with men who were heavily protected and possessed considerable strength themselves, harming them without a trace.
How was she any different from those outer disciples of the Yin Kui Sect who worked in the Music House, using their bodies to earn money and gather information?
Yes, her talent fell short of Wanwan's, and she had become their master's disciple later, but once, she had thought of her master as a mother.
Yet now, Wanwan had become the Holy Sect Master, lofty and exalted, while their master still