With Mei Xiuying's martial arts capabilities, she and Jiang Caiying arrived in a vast high altitude in a blink of an eye. If other people saw this level of skill, they would surely be amazed.
"Master, you said that Yang Chen resembles a friend of yours from before, what is that all about?" Jiang Caiying had been puzzled yet also knew that this matter was quite subtle, so she had not been anxious to ask. Now that she was with her master in this uninhabited place, Jiang Caiying could not wait to express her doubts.
Mei Xiuying had been with her disciple for many years, and she knew her disciple's confusion well. She said expressionlessly, "Caiying, do you remember the benefactor I once mentioned to you?"
"The one who, when you were young, saw your martial arts talent? The one who saved you from the commoners' enclave, gave you cultivation methods, and nurtured you?" Jiang Caiying asked.
She knew quite a bit about her master's affairs.
Her master often mentioned her benefactor.
