Summer Day, Spring Peach

My husband, Pei Wuheng, was a sword-cultivating prodigy. He had always been arrogant about his talent. The sect had another prodigy, a senior sister who was just as renowned as he was. For over ten years, the two had argued and fought, chasing and sparring with each other. It was quite a spectacle. Everyone in the sect said they were merely practicing together, and that their cultivation had improved considerably over the years. But I was often caught in the crossfire. Once, while they were fighting in the Sword Grove, I brought my husband a meal and was struck in the neck by the sharpness of Su Yin's sword, nearly losing my life. "Hmph, useless." Su Yin frowned and said coldly, "I can't believe your wife is so slow to react. She doesn't even know how to dodge." She casually took the high-grade spirit