Gu Qingshan stopped in his tracks.
At last, the other man couldn't hold back any longer and made his move.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you want?"
Gu Qingshan looked at him and asked.
The cultivator held a long saber in his hand. "You said earlier that you'd practiced swordsmanship. Swordsmanship isn't something just anyone can master. Draw your sword."
Gu Qingshan asked, "Why should I draw my sword?"
"Because I suspect you're all talk. You've never practiced any swordsmanship—you're just arrogant," the saber-wielding cultivator said.
Gu Qingshan replied, "That doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."
"I practice the Blade Path. Saber techniques follow the heart's will. What you did a few days ago left me displeased, so I have to find out whether you're a fraud or the real deal," the cultivator said.
What he'd done a few days ago?
What had he done?
Su Qing hadn't mentioned anything.
Gu Qingshan's thoughts raced. Then he answered, "Follow... the heart's will? So anyone who displeases you has to die?"
"Spare me the smooth talk. Once we cross hands, I'll learn what you're really made of. Come on, let me see your sword," the cultivator said.
Gu Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back and fell silent for a moment.
What in the world was going on?
There was some killing intent about the other man, but mostly he seemed angry and contemptuous.
Could Su Qing really have done something disgraceful?
Gu Qingshan immediately remembered Su Qing's parting instructions:
"I, Su, don't really have any enemies. When people frame me, they just want to drive me out of the Dao Academy."
"So if you get into a conflict with someone, you don't have to kill him. Just teach him a lesson for me."
So he wasn't supposed to