Snow lay thick and white, corpses covered the ground, and Fang Zheng rode atop the White Deer, swaying leisurely toward the group while shaking his head with a sigh.
"Xiang Bingwei, you really are muddleheaded. Others might not know what sort of man Lu Buwei is, but don't you know what will become of him?"
Fang Zheng was truly irritated. To be honest, although the novel had described it, he still felt that Xiang Shaolong was far too naïve. Put bluntly, he had ultimately come from a special forces background. He lacked the bigger picture, was used to taking orders rather than giving them, so when he encountered Lu Buwei, he instinctively latched onto him.
At those words, Xiang Shaolong's body trembled. The other elderly man beside him abruptly widened his eyes and stared at him as if he had thought of something.
"Young Master Fang, may I speak with you privately?"
After considering it for a moment, Xiang Shaolong seemed to make up his mind. He gestured to Fang Zheng, who nodded and followed him off to one side.
Fang Zheng looked at Xiang Shaolong and shook his head.
"To be honest, this is the second time I've saved you, Xiang Bingwei. Once is understandable, twice is tolerable, but there cannot be a third or fourth time. You can't keep embarrassing yourself like this. The internal arts and swordsmanship I gave you would make you unmatched under heaven if you practiced them diligently... Yet look at you now. You struggled this much against a mere hundred or so petty thieves..."
At this point, Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes at Xiang Shaolong.
"Don't tell me you spent all your time on women."
Fang Zheng was rather displeased. The combat techniques he had given Xiang Shaolong were from Dynasty Warriors. If