Wan Ge, arms crossed, said to Wan Ting with displeasure, "Hey, Third Junior Brother, don't try to sow discord between me and Junior Sister. I don't fight every day. I just forge iron and help Master entertain guests."
"No wonder you always smell so sweaty." Wan Ting covered her nose with her sleeve and pulled Feng Guang back several steps, looking quite disgusted with Wan Ting.
Wan Ge couldn't help but raise his arm and sniff his own body. Finding no body odor, he turned to Wan Ting with a displeased expression and said, "Sissy, do you want to fight again?"
"Fighting all the time... that's not how a cultured person solves problems. Second Senior Brother, I told you a long time ago that you need to change your reckless image. You could learn to grow flowers from Eldest Senior Brother, or learn embroidery from Junior Sister. That would be better than you constantly picking fights with a sword, looking like a simple-minded, muscle-bound brute." Wan Ting launched into a long-winded speech, essentially defining Wan Ge's image as a brainless idiot.
Wan Ge's brows twitched, but he couldn't hold back any longer. He drew his long sword from his waist and said, "Sissy, I think you really need to be taught a lesson!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword and charged forward.
Wan Ting easily leaped into the distance using his light footwork. He landed lightly on the wooden railing on the other side, calmly tidying his hair, and chuckled at Wan Ge, "Second Senior Brother, why don't you try and see if your Three Thoughts Sword can touch a single hair on my head?"
Wan Ge snorted, turned around, and attacked again towards where Wan Ting was standing.
Feng Guang stood alone, watching Wan Ting use his superb lightness skill to fly from one side to the other and back again. Wan Ge's sword was always just a hair's breadth away from hitting Wan Ting, but Wan Ge seemed to never get discouraged and kept chasing him with great enthusiasm.
Feng Guang had seen this chase scene many times before, and she could predict the final outcome without even thinking. Unless Wan Ting wanted Wan Ge to catch up, Wan Ge would definitely not be able to touch Wan Ting at all.
In this hidden military camp, no one except Xia Chao can surpass Wan Ting in terms of lightness of movement.
Wan Ge and Wan Ting have a minor argument every three days and a major argument every five days. It would be strange if they didn't argue every day. Feng Guang isn't worried at all that either of them will hurt the other. Both of them know their limits. Since they want to fight, let them fight.
Soon after, news came that Zuo Shoudao had died. According to the disciples of the Hidden Military Bureau who returned to report the news, Zuo Shoudao had no external injuries. At first, everyone thought he was poisoned. It was only after the Shen family of Golden Needle were invited to come and see that they discovered that Zuo Shoudao had died from a ruptured heart.
The fact that he died from a ruptured heart without any external injuries is utterly baffling. Zuo Shoudao's death was sudden, and there was no evidence pointing to the underworld as the culprit. Yet, everyone is certain that it was indeed the work of the underworld. To rupture someone's heart, this must be some kind of unorthodox martial art. Who else could it be but someone from the underworld?
Since the Left Hand Blade of the White Path is dead, in order to prevent such sneak attacks from happening again, the leader of the martial arts alliance decided to entrust the Hidden Military Bureau to protect Xiao Baishu. Of course, this is not because they do not trust the strength of the Silver Flute Scholar Xiao Baishu, but because the Demonic Sect has always been unscrupulous and they are afraid of the worst-case scenario.
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