"Fu Xing?" Xu Xiaoshou turned his head for a glance and immediately laughed.
Wasn't this fellow the Young Master Fu he had run into at the Pill Tower that day—the one who had wanted to play the hero saving the beauty, only to send himself soaring, and then forcibly stuffed an invitation into Xu Xiaoshou's hands afterward?
"You brat, you actually came this late?"
"I thought you'd suddenly appear at the entrance to welcome me." Xu Xiaoshou clicked his tongue and sighed.
This guy's obsession with the Ten-Stage Sword Finger had reached a terrifying degree. To be honest, the fact that he had not immediately appeared before him to show off truly surprised Xu Xiaoshou.
Fu Xing hurried forward. The moment he drew near, he was so excited that he wanted to embrace him.
But halfway through extending his arms, he suddenly remembered something and awkwardly withdrew them.
"Brother Shou!"
"It's not that I didn't want to pick you up. I really had matters to deal with and couldn't get away."
Xu Xiaoshou waved a hand. "No matter, no matter. I was just saying."
He chuckled twice and turned to look at Wen Song, whose face had darkened at the side.
"Since you've finished dealing with other matters, there really is something here for you to handle."
"There, this old man actually dared to make a move here—and he was trying to make a move against me."
"If he attacked, how could I possibly block it?"
"I definitely couldn't block it, but even if I couldn't, I still had to try. What could I use to block it? Of course, my hand! Could my hand block it? Definitely not!"
"And so... my hand would be crippled!"
Fu Xing's eyelids twitched twice. His mouth twitched as well, and he bared his