“Wow. Look at them go. I knew Disciple Wu was strong from watching him spar with you, but I didn’t realize he could go toe-to-toe with our strongest cultivator.”
The person who had spoken was one of the Core Disciples. His name was Che Yun. Hou Jingshu didn’t have many dealings with him, but they had sparred on occasion.
“Jian Wu is much stronger than his cultivation would suggest,” said Hou Jingshu. “If he and I were to fight for real, I would undoubtedly lose.”
“Is he really that strong?” asked another Core Disciple. This one was a woman in her mid-twenties. Her name was Jing Meimei.
Hou Jingshu nodded. “He is really that strong. There is no way I would have survived without his assistance in the White Tiger Sect Ruins. He’s the only reason I made it back.”
The Core Disciples “ooo’d” and “aaah’d” as though suitably impressed. They asked her several more questions, and she answered them to the best of her abilities, but most of her attention was on the fight.