Jian Wan had also left Tianfa Peak not long ago. Back then, she had thought that if she could just endure fifty years, she would be able to leave that ghost of a place. Unable to carry out any Cultivation, her spiritual power constantly depleting, she could only sit numbly day after day, looking out from her dwelling to find nothing but an endless expanse of yellow, completely devoid of anything else.
It was precisely because she had an abundance of time that she was able to think back on the matters of the Fu family from beginning to end, carefully weighing every detail. She had to admit that Jian Lu was right.
Long ago, she had harbored a vague suspicion. One should never underestimate a female cultivator's intuition; because her subconscious had sensed danger, she had deliberately avoided it, even using the excuse of stagnant cultivation to enter closed-door cultivation to advance her strength. Gradually, she had distanced herself from the family and rarely left Tiandu Peak.
Chapter 848