Yun Feimiao reached out and grabbed the piece of clothes. The young man was immediately trembling with fear and wanted to ask Luo Shuangbai for help.
Yun Feimiao sensed his fear and quickly let him go, saying softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm Brother Luo's junior apprentice. What can I do to his people?"
The young man muttered softly, "But you and Brother Shuangbai don't have a good relationship. You were arguing just now."
Seeing that he had been exposed, the young man simply revealed his identity, looking a little nervous.
He asked cautiously, "Did Brother Shuangbai do anything to offend you? Tell us, and our Luo family can compensate you as appropriate."
"No need. We can resolve the issue between him and me on our own." Yun Feimiao shook his head and said, "Can I ask you a few questions?"
"What's the problem?"
The young man didn't dare to look Yun Feimiao in the eye and kept his head down.
Yun Feimiao asked, "What's your name?"
"Luo Shuangchi."
"Shuang Chi." Yun Feimiao nodded. "I just saw Senior Brother Luo give each of those children a sword manual. Doesn't the Luo family have a sword manual?"
Luo Shuangchi replied: "There are a few, but not many. Most of the Luo family members are not good at fighting."
This is not a secret, there is nothing that cannot be said.
Luo Shuangchi had heard from his elders that the most core skill of their Luo family was the Chengyun Jue, but this skill had been damaged thousands of years ago, and now only one third of it remained.
That one-third can only transfer the luck of their clansmen to each other, and cannot be used against the enemy.
It was because that set of skills was lost that the evil cultivator dared to attack their Luo family.
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