She could also hear Xan Min's voice reminding her that a victory achieved by ignoring a mistake was simply a mistake waiting to happen again.
For a heartbeat, irritation rose in her chest. She had trained on the ledge, under the waterfall, and beside the spiritual stream. She had refined her circulation and made steady progress, yet she had still allowed the beasts to take her position and knock her weapon away. Her superior cultivation had not made her careless, but her confidence in controlling the pace had. She had assumed the creatures would follow the pattern she set, then failed to account for the second attacker. The mistake belonged to her, and she would have to correct it.
