"And Sister, haven't you already received a wedding gift from your junior sister? Do you really intend to give up now?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Ke, robed in her Taoist gown, walked toward the back mountain, the brisk wind carrying a sense of firmness around her as if a series of lanterns were fluttering about her, so bright and crystal clear.
When she arrived at the back mountain and placed her feet into the creek, enjoying the bath of its waters, she recalled the recent events and shook her head helplessly.
She always felt that her last words carried an implication of deliberately instigating a dispute between the sisters.
But there was really no choice, as the only opportunity for the fourth junior sister to change her fate lay with their master, something she had deduced.
If the eldest sister ceased to compete, her pride would dissipate, and she would completely lose herself.
This was also something she did not want to see.
