Chu Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, her big eyes blinked, she tilted her head slightly as if thinking, then parted her pearly teeth and said in a sweet voice, "Hmm... I think this brother is right."
Yan Cong had never been interested in women, but even so, when he looked at Chu Xiaoxiao, who was as clean, pure and beautiful as a white lotus flower, he couldn't help but feel a momentary suffocation.
Chu Xiaoxiao was calling him, and Yan Cong had no choice but to quickly recover from his daze and respond with a cupped hand.
“But…” Chu Xiaoxiao paused, then said, “Brother cultivates the way of the sword, and the way of the sword is most afraid of hesitation and fear. So, even if there is a trap, even if it offends people, you must go without hesitation. However, you cannot bully the weak. When you spar, you must stop when you have made your point.”
When Chu Fan heard his sister say this, he made up his mind.
Without holding back, but without hurting anyone.
He stood up, preparing to go to the dueling arena, but unexpectedly, He Yunxiao's side was making a fuss and something had happened.
Among spoiled brats, there are mostly drinking buddies, and it's hard to find any real friendship among them.
However, when you make many friends, you're bound to encounter a few fools.
As the eldest son of the Marquis's family and the future heir to the title of Marquis of Wuqing, He Yunxiao was second only to the Meng royal family and above thousands of others. Countless people envied his status and position.
Even among so-called "friends," there are plenty of people who want to see him make a fool of himself.
But his childhood friend Chen Ziming was not that kind of person.
Chen Ziming was the deputy general under He Yuanhao, a second-rank general, and the son of Chen Beirong, a fifth-rank colonel. A fifth-rank official wasn't actually low-ranking, but it wasn't enough to command respect by He Yunxiao's side.
He Yunxiao, a seventh-rank official, challenged a ninth-rank official to a duel. Everyone at Chunfeng Tower wanted to see the young master of the Marquis's mansion make a fool of himself, except for Chen Ziming, who, for no reason, came to dissuade him.
"Brother Xiao! Do you know what Chu Fan's strength is?"
He Yunxiao feigned ignorance: "What strength?"
"Ninth rank! He's a ninth rank! A rank higher than my father's eighth rank! You usually get knocked down by my father in two moves, how can you fight Chu Fan?"
Seeing that Chu Fan and his group were whispering amongst themselves and hadn't made a move yet, He Yunxiao immediately burst into laughter: "Ninth rank? So what if he's a ninth rank? I'll beat up a ninth rank!"
Yang Qi and Yan Cong, who had originally advised Chu Fan to be cautious, looked at each other in bewilderment.
Are you targeting a ninth-rank official?
Is He Yunxiao an idiot?
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