After a long while...
Perhaps he had finished cursing, or perhaps he had run out of steam. Either way, only then did Zuo Lengchan gradually calm down.
"..."
Though he had calmed down, his face remained frighteningly grim, and his eyes gleamed with a cold, vicious malice.
"Senior Brother..."
Ding Mian was afraid, but after a moment's thought, he mustered his courage and cautiously stepped forward to advise him:
"Please calm down, Senior Brother!"
"It's just Cheng Buyou and Feng Buping, those two useless fools. What could they accomplish, even with a dozen or so Sword Sect disciples who are like wandering ghosts?"
"What use are a dozen or twenty men?"
"They're not worth getting so worked up over."
But he would have been better off saying nothing. The moment he spoke, Zuo Lengchan whipped around and glared at him before snapping coldly:
"What the hell do you know?"
"Cheng Buyou and Feng Buping are indeed useless and nothing to worry about, but Feng Qingyang—do you know who he is?"
Ding Mian froze for a moment. He thought it over, then shook his head, a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"Uh..."
"Please enlighten me, Senior Brother."
Ding Mian really didn't know much about Feng Qingyang. After all, Feng Qingyang was from the Huashan Sect, and Ding Mian had been only a teenager when the sect fell into disarray. He had hardly had the time to concern himself with another sect, let alone one of its members.
"Hmph!"
Zuo Lengchan gave an unhappy grunt, then took a deep breath and forced down his anger before speaking in a cold voice:
"Feng Qingyang!"
"He was from the same generation as Shaolin's Master Fangsheng and Master Fangzheng, Wudang's Daoist Chongxu, and the Demon Cult's Ren Woxing..."
"He was once the greatest swordsman