Moonlight flowed like water, spilling over Sect Master Peak.
It also shone upon the courtyard of Jade Clarity Hall, where the three women lived. Water and moon reflected the sky, lending the courtyard an added touch of poetic charm.
Within the waterside pavilion.
Yue Jian held a wine cup, his eyes slightly unfocused. One hand pressed Fang Mo's shoulder while the other raised his cup. "Back then, Little Mo and I fought from one end of Yang City Academy Street to the other, beating those little brats until their guts turned cold!"
"Little Mo, isn't that right!"
He shook Fang Mo hard, his eyes full of reminiscence. "You were so skinny back then. You could never run fast, and your brother always had to save you!"
Fang Mo smiled.
"That's true enough. Every time, you were the one who caused trouble, and then the two of us got beaten up together!"
Yue Jian immediately staggered, his drunken eyes fixed on Fang Mo. "Now you're being disloyal! Back then, when you delivered things to Qin Muxue and Yang Jihua's group targeted you, wasn't it always your brother here who saved you!"
Images flashed through Fang Mo's mind. Back then, he could not cultivate martial arts, yet he had a marriage contract with Qin Muxue and had wholeheartedly tried to please her. Because of that, the young masters and noble sons of Yang City had bullied him plenty.
For that reason, Yue Jian had always stood up for him, fighting countless battles on his behalf.
"Who says I'm disloyal?" Fang Mo raised a brow. "Back then, when you peeped at the shopkeeper's wife bathing, wasn't I the one keeping watch for you?"
"You brat, didn't you peek too!"
Yue Jian's eyes widened, his face full of a wicked grin.
At that moment,