Zhou Shijie struck a stone with his sword and said contemptuously, "Just a mere Flower Thief, what's so great about you? Can you even withstand this sword of mine?"
Yang Wentian, Wang Dezhong, and Zhou Shijie first met at the temple fair, drinking, playing, and feasting together. They once were full of youthful vigor, showing their talents, forming alliances with the sects above and having friendly competitions with peers below, hunting and galloping. How joyful, how lively, and in retrospect, one would feel deeply moved. But in just a few days, everything changed. Fellow sisters, junior sisters, and female elders all disappeared. Everyone was distressed and suppressing anger.
