She believed that she could certainly do better than Old Xu Ying.
But reality proved her wrong; combat strength isn't achieved by cultivation alone.
Although her current progress in any martial arts technique was astonishingly fast, time was still too short.
Now trapped, with the Sword Alliance shattered by the terrifying man before her, she didn't think her survival was due to any other reason, so she could only once again hoist the banner of Old Xu Ying, hoping the other would have some scruples.
And indeed, this man, who had always shown her nothing but indifference, would only respond to her when hearing the name of Old Xu Ying.
"So you mean, all the rumors outside are true, that Xu Ying hid his name in the south because he was infatuated with you?"
"I have a deep mutual affection with Xu Lang and have long since pledged my life to him; otherwise, how could he have passed down the Xu Clan's sword technique to me?"
