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"What do you mean, believe?!"
Chen Mu's unmistakably roguish tone came in with the sound of his footsteps, breaking the silence after Chen Xiaojun finished speaking.
Chen Shurui and Chen Bin followed close behind, the three of them filing in one after another, bringing with them a bit of dust from travel and the clamor of the outside.
Chen Mu reached the stone table in a few strides, glanced down, and said with a teasing note in his voice, "Yo-ho, the Flame Breathing Technique, huh?"
Then he looked at Ma Liang, whose expression still carried a touch of excitement and restraint, and curled his lip. "Third Child, this thing should've been given to you ages ago. What's there to drag your feet about? Hurry up and put it away, tuck it against your chest, and don't let anyone see it!"
Chen Shurui grinned, his smile a little mischievous, and chimed in, "Exactly! Third Child, paired with your Phoenix Sky Blade, won't its power just shoot straight up? Not to be mean, but that blade technique of yours..."
He deliberately drew out the words.
Chen Bin immediately delivered the follow-up blow with perfect precision, terse and sharp: "A complete eyesore!"
Ma Liang's face flushed bright red with a whoosh, and he mumbled a quiet defense, "My family... mainly passes down fist techniques."
Over the years, he had also practiced a few blade techniques passed down through his clan, but they were only barely usable. Generally speaking, after using them once, he treated them as disposable—slash and toss—rarely doing anything like in Zhongnan Mountain, where he had used the Phoenix Sky Blade to trade blows with the Wolf Bandit Leader.
However, the Flame Breathing Technique itself did not win through intricate skills. It placed more emphasis