In a courtyard at the West Mountain Residence, the girls of Qingrong Peak were chatting about news of the Dao Battle.
They spoke with dancing brows and animated expressions, melon-seed shells flying everywhere. No one knew how many times the tea in the pot had been replaced.
Nan Wang walked in with frost on her face.
Qingrong Peak had never had strict rules, but seeing the Peak Master like this, the disciples dared not be remiss. They hastily put down their teacups and melon seeds and greeted her in unison.
Nan Wang sat in a chair and looked at these girls, lovely as flowers and jade. With a trace of anger, she said, "Just look at yourselves. No wonder you did so badly at the Sword-Testing Assembly that you couldn't even secure a single place in the Dao Battle. What did you follow me to Chaoge City for? To have fun?"
The girls thought that since they were not qualified to participate in the Dao Battle, and Green Mountain did not take part in the four preceding contests of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, hadn't they come to Chaoge City precisely to have fun?
Only after learning why Nan Wang was in such a foul mood did they begin to worry.
The Plum Gathering's Dao Battle had always been extremely dangerous, and young Daoist cultivators died every time, but wasn't it far too early for someone to die this year?
Moreover, their martial uncle Jing Jiu was at the very rear, which ought to have been the safest place. How had the Kunlun disciple with him died? Most troublesome of all, that Kunlun disciple had died just after successfully killing a Snow Nation Monster. It was easy to draw unpleasant connections, especially for those given to conspiracy theories.
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