Big One was even more startled. He stared at her wide-eyed, only relaxing after confirming that nothing was seriously wrong, and thought, You were beaten into this state, and you still call that not losing?
"Those women were utterly shameless. They actually ganged up on me with their superior numbers."
Nan Wang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then casually wiped the blood on Big One with her sleeve as well. "If it had only been the Convent Master, how could she have been my match?"
Hearing this, Big One knew she must have fought the Convent Master to a draw. He merely wondered, Didn't you go looking for Lian Sanyue? How did you end up fighting the Convent Master?
After Jing Jiu became Sect Master that year, Nan Wang had begun to suspect his identity. She had carried Big One off to Qingrong Peak and interrogated him for half a day, only to be misled by him into thinking Jing Jiu was the son of Jingyang and Lian Sanyue. After several years in seclusion, she had left Green Mountain for Water-Moon Convent, naturally to make trouble for Lian Sanyue.
"That shrew wasn't there," she said bitterly. "Who knows whether she heard I was coming and hid."
Who's the shrew here? Big One thought. Fine, you're both shrews.
Then he reflected that Nan Wang had actually dared to make trouble for Lian Sanyue and had even fought the Convent Master to a draw. Her cultivation realm must have risen again; she had probably reached the Sea-Breaking Peak. He could not help feeling somewhat surprised-it seemed deep attachments might ruin one's whole life, but would not necessarily ruin one's cultivation. Hatred could carry a person a few steps farther too.
Having finished speaking of this matter, Nan Wang