Xiandu Mountain, Banished Immortal Peak, Sweeping Flower Terrace.
Pei Qian and Xue Huai, about to ask fists of each other, stood thirty zhang apart.
Beside Chen Ping'an, Cui Dongshan clasped both hands behind his head, ready at any moment to applaud and cheer for his eldest senior sister. Xiao Mo had not come; he had gone to Luobao Beach to keep busy, intending to build a thatched cottage beside the Qingyi River. Xiao Mo was not especially interested in asking fists. He had merely said, "Guests are guests. Young Master and Miss Pei, go easy with your punches, lest you harm the harmony."
Anyway, all those roundabout words were nothing but flattery.
"You could actually bring yourself to do that?"
Chen Ping'an folded his arms and leaned against the railing. With a stern face, he sent a mind message: "Go on, then. How do you plan to explain this to Yu Jin afterward?"
He had even called Xiao Mo along on a long journey. What sort of schemes could he possibly have been up to?
Cui Dongshan looked awkward. Without using a mind message, he muttered softly, "Eldest Senior Sister really does favor Teacher. She's completely unreliable—there wasn't even the slightest surprise."
Good. Eldest Senior Sister had not heard a thing.
That meant Pei Qian had truly achieved utter focus. This was the state of mind of a Martial Cultivator: "In all ten directions, I stand at the center; heaven, earth, and all things move with my fists."
She had truly achieved "my fists move as I will."
Chen Ping'an smiled. "You've wronged Pei Qian. This has nothing to do with her. If you don't believe me, ask her yourself after the asking of fists ends. See whether she leaked any word of it."
Cui Dongshan immediately said, "Teacher, absolutely,