Tomb

After years of roaming the jianghu, Deng Yuanlei had suffered injuries before, but never one like this. His body was limp, a sword was stuck in his shoulder, and no one had tended to him for ages.

"Miss Han." He called out once, but Miss Han merely stuck out her tongue and giggled at the Dragon King as if she had not heard him. He had no choice but to call four or five more times.

Han Fen finally turned around. "Were you calling me?"

"Yes..."

"But I told you, everyone in Moonlight Hall, from top to bottom, is called Miss Han. When you call out like that, I don't even know which one you mean."

Deng Yuanlei did not dare point out that there was only one Moonlight Hall disciple here. After thinking for a while, he said, "Miss Fen?"

Han Fen said to Gu Shenwei, "Dragon King, you're really clever. I knew I couldn't keep it from you for long. I even bet myself that you'd figure it out by the next midnight at the latest. Hee-hee, and now it isn't even dawn yet, and you already..."

Deng Yuanlei felt his back grow damp. He vaguely saw that his shoulder was still bleeding and shouted, "Miss Fen!"

"Are you calling me again?"

"Yes. There's only one 'Miss Fen' in Moonlight Hall, right?"

"Where did Moonlight Hall get a 'Miss Fen'? I stopped being a 'miss' when I was a teenager."

"Then... how should I address you?"

"Don't you know?"

"I know?"

"That's right. My name is Han Fen. What else could it be?"

Separated by Lü Mian, Deng Yuanlei had had little contact with Moonlight Hall. Fury surged inside him, but he piled a smile onto his face. "Han Fen, I'm a friend of Lu Sect Leader and