The four, Tiger, Deer, Python, and Dog, escaped to the heavens and gathered in the forest, gasping in fear, their souls still unsettled.
Tiger said, "Fourteen years ago, I couldn't defeat her Clear Wind Sword and have been thinking day and night about how to break that technique. Unexpectedly... fourteen years later, even with the four of us attacking together, we still can't withstand that swordsmanship."
"That sword technique is clearly just a basic sword skill. But in that woman's hands, it's transformed into something endless, hiding myriad changes within a single strike. I have many formidable martial arts, but found no room to use them. The sword momentum is continuous like sand, dragging people into it, hard to extricate oneself," Python said with lingering fear.
Every encounter with Wen Caishang resulted in endless frustration.
"Damn it!" Dog said, "Back then, the four of us were considered prodigies. Why, when facing Wen Caishang, are we so miserable?"
