"Zheng—"

The sharp piano music instantly shattered the harmonious atmosphere that had just been there.

"hiss--"

Liu Zhilin couldn't stand such noise. He frowned slightly and snapped his fan back.

It's hard to believe that such a noisy sound came from the hands of my aunt, who was always so proud and aloof.

What happened?

He looked at the pavilion with some concern.

The wind on the lake suddenly disappeared, and the undulating gauze curtain fell to the ground again, completely obscuring the people inside the pavilion.

Song Chenye stared at that direction without saying a word, but her vigilance suddenly increased.

Because he could sense that the people in the pavilion were staring at him through the gauze curtain.

"Liu Zhilin, is this your friend?"

A clear, cool female voice rang out from behind the gauze curtain.

"Yes, his name is Zhu Feng."

Liu Zhilin said with a smile, while respectfully bowing and saying earnestly, "It's been a long time since I've seen my aunt. I apologize for disturbing you this time."

Song Chenye also cupped his hands in greeting, stood beside Liu Zhilin, and said calmly, "I am Zhufeng, greetings to senior."

As Song Chenye spoke, the person behind the gauze curtain murmured softly, "Chasing the Wind?"

Then she suddenly chuckled softly, her tone melodious and gentle, yet carrying a hint of coolness.

"The fallen leaves drift away with the wind, while the idle clouds share this life."

Upon hearing these words, Song Chenye's eyes suddenly darkened.

"The Xianyun Sword in your hand was once famous throughout the martial arts world, but I never expected that the younger generation of the Song family would be reduced to such a state as a stray dog, not even daring to openly reveal their names to outsiders?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gauze curtain parted, and a white silk ribbon flew directly toward Song Chenye's face. Having anticipated this, Song Chenye nimbly dodged to the side and raised his sword to block.

Sure enough, when the silk obscuring his vision disappeared from his sight, a beautiful woman with a cool appearance, probably in her thirties, appeared in front of him instantly and raised her hand to chop horizontally at his neck.

Song Chenye's sword was not drawn, but it just happened to block the woman's attack.

The next second, the other party grabbed the scabbard of Song Chenye's sword and examined it closely: "As expected of the old man's masterpiece, it is already chilling even before it is drawn. The famous Idle Cloud Sword in the martial arts world truly lives up to its name."

Before the woman could finish speaking, she flipped her hand, intending to strike the hilt of the sword to force it out of its sheath. However, Song Chenye steadied the hilt with one hand and grabbed the sheath with the other, twisting his body and sword together to deftly break free from his opponent's grasp and retreating rapidly.

Before he could even stand firmly on his feet, the silk ribbon had already wrapped around Song Chenye's feet, pulling him directly in front of the woman.

"aunt!"

Liu Zhilin didn't know why the two suddenly started fighting, but seeing the other party constantly wrapping Song Chenye's limbs with white silk, he couldn't help but remind him: "Zhu Feng is my friend, please show mercy!"

"Ha, do you even know he's a member of the Song family!"

The woman, who had previously maintained a dignified demeanor, now revealed a hint of resentment: "I have nothing to say to that bitch Li Rui's son—"

The moment she uttered those words, the Xianyun Sword was instantly drawn. The person who had initially only been pulling and hadn't actually drawn the sword had swiftly severed all her white silk ribbons. The next instant, the figure was right in front of the woman—

The beautiful woman's expression froze. She continued to wave the silk in her hand, quickly wrapping it around Song Chenye's right arm and the Xianyun sword in his hand, trying to slow him down. However, she did not expect that he had only been testing her and had not used his full strength. Now, he was going all out. With a few nimble twists of his wrist, the sword cut off all the silk she had wrapped around him.

"Wind Chaser! Let's talk this out!"

Seeing the sword directly approaching the beautiful woman's face, Liu Zhilin finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He knew his aunt's strength, but he knew even more about Song Chenye's. If he didn't stop this sword thrust, blood would surely be spilled.

"Zheng—"

Sure enough, the next moment, Liu Zhilin used the fan ribs in his hand to block Song Chenye's sword.