Hidden Dragons and Crouching Tigers
"How did it feel?"
"Very strong."
The instant Jian Xiaohong overtook them, Zhou Hong sensed an immensely powerful Sword Dao aura and immediately longed to fight her.
"I wasn't asking about her strength."
"Then what were you asking?"
"I mean... the feeling!"
"Very strong!"
Leaning against a dragon horn, Jun Changxiao said speechlessly, "Is this guy deliberately playing dumb?"
Jian Xiaohong had winked at Zhou Hong, and Jun Changxiao had naturally caught it. That was why he had asked how it felt. He wasn't asking about Cultivation, but... whether Zhou Hong had been struck by lightning, whether some kind of resonance had arisen.
"Ah."
The system said helplessly, "Someone who has always fled from his own feelings is instead especially concerned about his disciples' emotional problems."
Was Zhou Hong deliberately playing dumb?
No!
He genuinely did not know.
As for remembering Jian Xiaohong winking at him earlier, it was not because spring had arrived. He simply felt that she was a Sword Dao expert and deserved sufficient respect.
Sword Cultivators.
Their eyes held nothing but the sword.
Thus, after joining the Eternal Sect, Zhou Hong had always cultivated the Sword Dao alone. Year after year, he barely exchanged two words with his fellow disciples, no different from a block of wood.
In other words, throughout the entire sect, only Li Qingyang and Xiao Mo were normal. One dared to kiss his fiancée before the world, while the other had traveled the Wangu Realm and lived together with someone for five years. As for the other male disciples, they were all more or less like Gousheng, with Ye Xingchen being the outstanding representative among them.
"Kid."
Gu Tianxing said sternly, "If your disciple wants to win the championship, he must defeat this hot favorite."
"Will that