There was nothing that could be done, sometimes there were just a few people who thought they were so important. Like this Wen Zi, with a hint of beauty, after repeatedly seducing her fellow disciples, she felt that everyone should be as submissive to her as those she had seduced, worshipping beneath her pomegranate skirt.
However, Wen Zi overestimated her own beauty and underestimated the baseness of human nature.
Those who pursued her beauty were only willing to pay a price within their tolerance. It seemed that they respected her, but what were they plotting? They were only after Wen Zi's beauty. Who would stand up for Wen Zi if her life was at stake?
Wen Zi didn't understand this, and even in death, she still believed that someone would be willing to risk their life for her.
