Now hearing his master recount the secrets of the Crimson Feather Immortal, Zhou Yi could not restrain his curiosity and asked, "Master, how did you first come to bear a grudge against that old witch?"
"Back then, I was chasing down a beast, and by chance stumbled upon that old witch bathing in the river. She shamelessly accused me of peeping…"
Iron Crown Immortal spoke of the matter with a surge of anger: "I have always been upright and incorruptible—how could I let her sully my name? So I said she stole my prey, and afterward we fought in a magical duel!"
"That old witch does have some skill. Even though she lost the duel, she managed to escape from my sword…"
Iron Crown Immortal mentioned the past with an air of pride, saying: "Thus began our feud. But every time we dueled, I easily defeated her—never lost a single bout!"
A true talent!
No matter how Zhou Yi speculated, he could never have guessed at such a cause, so he could only flatter against his conscience.
