Chen Zhezhe despised those high-ranking figures who loved to crush others with grand notions of the overall situation, national righteousness, and international geopolitics, casually labeling people as traitors or subversives.
To put it bluntly, these people were like white-feathered crows—their beaks were black, their eyes were black, and their bones were black, with only a layer of white feathers grown on the outside.
Jiang Xiaoqiao smiled sweetly. "Back then, the elders of the sect threw off all pretense, accusing my mother of being the black sheep of the sect and trying to capture and arrest her. But they never expected that my mother had also been practicing in secret and beat them all to a pulp. Even those from the Xundao Sect who wanted to deal with her were defeated one by one. That Zhang Shaochong, who wanted to force her into marriage, was beaten until he vomited blood. Feeling thoroughly humiliated, the two factions tightly sealed off the news, though it still caused quite a stir in the cultivation world. In the end, my mother relied on her own strength to regain her freedom."
Chapter 294