The higher side will win no matter what, and the outcome is only a matter of time.
Her mind went back and forth several times. The man in purple opposite her was still regretting his scabbard, as if he was not in the same world as her.
After a long time, he finally put down the scabbard.
"I don't know you, but I don't think I have any ancestors your age."
The Shrike smiled, and his big, full-moon-like face puffed up his cheeks, pushing his thick eyebrows upwards.
"When she told me about her experience in Lingxi, I thought it might be you. You are indeed a fool, just as the legend says."
Yan Zi finally took a closer look at the big-headed doll.
"Do you recognize me?"
The Shrike nodded.
"You are the only person that Xie Li expelled from his sect back then."
"Xie Li?" A flicker of confusion crossed the purple-robed swordsman's eyes, and then, as if finally remembering those old memories, he nodded gently. "I guess so. He broke his promise to teach me swordsmanship, but I didn't suffer any loss. I grabbed a handy weapon when I left."
Shrike's eyes fell on the scabbard that she had chopped three times, and she thought of the uninvited guest who had made her uneasy a while ago. She suddenly felt a little regretful that she had scared herself and troubled herself for a long time, and was also beaten by Jixiang.
"That haunting old man, Zong Hao, suddenly showed up. I thought I had done something wrong. But now it seems he wasn't coming for me."
Who knew that the next moment, Yan Zi's face broke into a huge smile, as if he had discovered something that made him feel extremely amused.
"Are you afraid of the people from An Daoyuan?"
This sentence hit the Shrike's sore spot.
She hated being suppressed the most, but she couldn't escape the mountain of An Daoyuan in this life.
When Xie Li arranged for her to go out as an apprentice, she swore: Even if it meant being hunted for the rest of her life, she would not obey anyone. If necessary, she would personally kill her master, whom she had never met.
If not...if not meeting her.
She never treated her as a master, nor did she treat her as a servant.
The little figure's bent back suddenly straightened up, and the whole person's aura changed instantly.
"Afraid? What a joke. I'm the only one who can be considered a freak in An Dao Yuan. You can only be considered a scum."
"I like the way you talk. You seem particularly..." He paused, as if trying to decide on the right word, "...particularly fearless."
The Shrike scoffed.
"What's the matter? Is it bothering you?"
Faced with this rude provocation, the man in purple was not displeased at all, but instead felt a hint of sadness.
"There should be very few short swordsmen like you nowadays. It would be a pity to kill you. Why don't you tell me what you want, and perhaps we can..."
The Shrike shook his wet head and spoke shamelessly.
"Didn't a stinky bat just fly into your carriage? Show me what you took from it, and I'll spare your life."
"This won't work." Yan Zi sighed deeply, "He's already told me this won't work."
The shrike's fat legs stopped swinging, and the sharp tip of the knife emerged from his sleeve.
"Then what are you waiting for? Stop nagging."
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