Three Holy Mother was bewildered, truly bewildered. The words of Seventh Mother had struck her hard. She was a disciple of a Saint, and although she had only followed the Saint for a little over three hundred years, Seventh Mother and the others had only been with Sha Chen for merely a hundred or two hundred years, right? How could they all be stronger than her? Impossible. Inconceivable.
But she had been defeated—that was a fact. These followers possessed genuine skills, and Sha Chen was indeed formidable. Three Holy Mother's face was the picture of dejection. Her last bit of pride had also vanished into thin air.
