Where Is the Sword Cultivator's Hometown

Ning Yao had Chen Ping'an return to the city wall first and reminded him to be careful on the way.

Dong Huafu felt that those words had been somewhat unnecessary.

Speaking his mind had always been Dong Huafu's style.

Chen Sanqiu laughed. "If there aren't a few unnecessary words between a man and a woman, then there's trouble."

Dong Huafu nodded in agreement, then asked, "Do you have the chance to say such unnecessary things?"

Chen Sanqiu imitated the Second Shopkeeper and answered with a smile.

Dong Huafu feared that the Second Shopkeeper might hold a grudge and settle scores, but he truly did not fear Chen Sanqiu, who dreamed of becoming his brother-in-law even in his sleep. So he rubbed salt into the wound. "The reason my sister joined the Yin Guan lineage of sword cultivators... wasn't to deliberately hide from you, was it? If that's really the case, then that's going too far. I'll speak to her for you later. I've still got that much loyalty toward a friend."

Chen Sanqiu shook his head. "No need. Your sister is straightforward. If she likes someone, she likes them; if she doesn't, she doesn't. She wouldn't deliberately do something like that."

When one liked someone, everything about them was good in ten thousand ways.

What was more, ever since Chen Sanqiu had worn split-crotch pants, he had felt that little Sister Dong next door had not become wonderful merely because she had caught his eye. She truly was wonderful.

It was like the first time Chen Sanqiu saw the four words childhood sweethearts in a book. He had immediately felt that it was the most moving expression beneath heaven. A great lake flat as a mirror, autumn mountains red as fire—those all had to stand aside.

As for how beautiful