Lu Siyu did not immediately answer Tang Fei’s question, but instead asked aloud, "I haven’t asked you yet, what is your relationship with him?"
"Our relationship is quite complicated—father and son? Teacher and student? Brothers?"
"Now it’s your turn to answer me," said Tang Fei.
"Our relationship is also quite complex, so complex that I don’t even want to answer."
Lu Siyu thought Tang Fei was deliberately avoiding her question. He was insincere.
So, she also did not want to answer Tang Fei’s question.
Lu Siyu picked up the backpack on the table and slung it over her shoulder, saying, "I have to go first, if you have any questions, contact me through the phone..."
Lu Siyu’s figure had already disappeared, vanishing without a trace.
Tang Fei’s gaze fell on the workbench in front of Lu Siyu, inadvertently attracted by a small ornament.
His eyes instantly lit up.
By the time Tang Fei returned to White Crane Academy, it was already past eight o’clock in the evening.
The night was serene, with stars twinkling.
Although it was the cold winter season, it didn’t feel cold, instead, bursts of floral fragrance came through the night air.
Passing through the tree-lined path, ahead was a red Stone Forest.
It is said that this Stone Forest was naturally formed, enduring thousands of years without decay, known for its majesty, strangeness, and peril, rightfully called a miraculous work by nature.
It is said that on open days of the academy, many young men and women come to the Stone Forest to check in, and then post photos and videos on the internet.
Thus, the red Stone Forest had become one of the most desired tourist attractions.
Just as Tang Fei was about to pass through the Stone Forest, a piercing Sword Qi suddenly attacked his back.
Tang Fei was shocked. Who would dare to commit murder in White Crane Academy?
Do you think my master, Xuanyuan Mingjing, is just for show?
He could not care about his appearance or plight and rolled forward.
As he supported himself with his left hand, his right hand had already thrown out the Dog Leg Knife on his waist.
The shadow missed its strike and was preparing to pursue the attack when the Dog Leg Knife swept towards it, howling through the air.
The shadow parried the Dog Leg Knife with a sword, intending to pounce again when Tang Fei was already standing opposite, coldly watching her, and shouted, "Qin Shuang..."
The black-clad Qin Shuang halted, looking at Tang Fei and asked, "Why didn’t you strike back?"
"Why should I have struck back?" Tang Fei said with a displeased look at Qin Shuang. "Are you crazy? Why did you sneak attack from behind? Don’t you know... If I had struck back just now..."
"What would have happened?"
"You would have already defeated me," Tang Fei angrily said.
"But, I hope this is the first and the last time," Tang Fei stared at Qin Shuang with a ferocious look and a serious expression, "I do not want this to happen again... You may not know, but I come from the Old Land, where if someone draws a sword from behind you, it means a fight to the death..."
"You should feel it, my sword had only Sword Intent, no murderous intent," Qin Shuang tried to explain.
"I don’t care if you had murderous intent or not... When you drew your sword, you didn’t, but who knows if you will later? What if you changed your mind? What if you decided to stab me? When men say, ’I’ll just rub on the outside,’ when have their words ever held?"
"Yes, I am a rogue. So, don’t provoke me anymore... I don’t know you well, nor do I want to accept this kind of test."
"I have no other intentions towards you, I just wanted to test that sword of yours... I wanted to know what’s so special about the sword that the proud Qin Jianyi praised..."
"The academy head’s sword cuts through the air and leaves Sword Qi for a month, why don’t you try that?"
"And you say you have no intentions?" Tang Fei said with a disgusted look, "I already have someone I like, so, stop bothering me..."
With that, he turned and walked towards his own residence.
Qin Shuang watched Tang Fei’s retreating figure and, after a long time, muttered, "Bastard."
Tang Fei didn’t care to be polite with Qin Shuang. Whether she was the Shiva or a noble lady of the Qin Family, he wouldn’t pay her any mind because, after all, he already had a bigger support...
He was a man of loyalty; one embrace couldn’t hold two legs.
Unless one leg was a man’s and the other a woman’s.
According to the customs of the Wasteland, if anyone dared to draw a sword behind another, it signified a mortal enemy.
Because you couldn’t expect it to be just a joke, you couldn’t bet, nor dare to bet...
A knife thrust into your chest, then saying sorry I was just joking?
Qin Shuang’s actions would probably lead to dozens of fights a day in the Old Land.
He couldn’t indulge her; if there was a next time, it would be a battle to the death.
The reason there wasn’t a battle to the death this time was that he was afraid he might be the one who died...
Although that sword didn’t carry killing intent, only Sword Intent, Tang Fei could feel the power of that sword.
The air around seemed to ice up, those subtle threads of chill turning into piercing arrows aimed at him, starting to affect and disturb his Qi, the Yin Yang Qi inside his body seemed like it was about to be frozen...
Qin Shuang’s "Spring Snow" and Ling Yunxiao’s Extreme Cold Sword had some similarities, Qin Shuang’s Cultivation Realm was not as high as Ling Yunxiao, but her swordsmanship was even more exquisite and marvelous.
Clearly, the Qin Family would not allow their direct descendants to practice such trash.