While a life-and-death duel unfolded outside, inside the house a deadly confrontation between women was taking place, and the victor was none other than her, Diao Ruru!
She wholeheartedly believed that she would be praised by her younger brother and shock and terrify her enemies with her spoils of victory.
But the reality was an utterly powerless feeling, like screaming at the top of her lungs and exerting all her strength in a final punch, only to hit a soft mound of cotton.
Powerless... utterly powerless!
Diao Ruru collapsed onto the floor with her legs splayed out, as if the last shred of belief supporting her energy had finally relaxed at this moment.
"Female benefactor, I have let go of my dispute with Magistrate Diao. Should you feel unwell one day or need help, you can still seek me out at Baoan Temple, where I'll be awaiting good news."
Monk Quan Heng left.
He left with a definite limp in his stride.
