"I was too exhausted last night and didn't have the chance to ask. Miss Peacock, why were you targeted by assassins?" Meng Jingzhou acted with valor and a sense of righteousness.
Peacock pondered for a moment. The three men had saved her life last night; she trusted them and saw no harm in telling them, "This isn't a good place to talk. How about we discuss it back in my room?"
The three men and two women, five in total, went to Peacock's room.
As Peacock poured tea for the four of them and set the teapot down, she began slowly, "This story starts after my master left the Daoist temple."
"My master ran the Daoist temple named Mountain River Temple, and it was only him and me."
"In his youth, my master incurred many romantic debts and was often sought out by lovers. Over time, seeing that my cultivation level was sufficient to protect myself, he decided to travel under the guise of visiting other places and left the temple to avoid his debts."