It turned out that whenever something was the sort of thing a normal person would do, Qi Shan was always reluctant to do it. Shen Tang's furious roar went in one ear and out the other. His eyes were fixed only on the prefect before him. The prefect's surname was Yan and his given name was Cheng. He was both an old friend of Qi Shan's and his sworn enemy.
If Qi Shan kept a little book of grudges, Yan Cheng would have left everyone else in the dust and held the top spot by a mile.
"A mere Fourth-Class Bugeng and Fifth-Rank Grand Master. With Young Master Shen's abilities, killing the two of them should be no more difficult than reaching into a bag..." He was speaking to Shen Tang, but his eyes never left the prefect, whose face was as pale as gold paper. With an amused air, he said, "Wouldn't you agree?"
Only he knew whether he meant Shen Tang or the prefect.
The veins on Shen Tang's forehead throbbed. "..."
Being teammates with Qi Shan was torture. If this were a team fight, with the way he slacked off, he'd have been reported several times over by now.
She dodged the two Martial Gall Warriors as they attacked from both sides, the Kind Mother Sword whirling in her hand with a fierce, sweeping force. Every slash carried all the fury she'd been holding in, each strike crueler, faster, and more precise than the last! It was as if she'd mistaken the two Martial Gall Warriors for stand-ins for Qi Shan and was beating them in his place.
And when it was over, she didn't forget to threaten him!
"Qi Yuanliang, just you wait! I'll settle the score with you later!"
If she weren't taking into account