Even Cheng Yaojia raised her head in surprise to glance at him, thinking that although this man looked ugly and vicious, she had never expected him to be such a loyal and righteous hero.
Song Qingshu chuckled and rose to walk toward them. Because of his shocking display just now, Mu Gaofeng and Mu Wanqing instinctively retreated.
"When did Mu Gaofeng, the Camel of the Northern Frontier, become such a righteous man?" Song Qingshu asked expressionlessly.
Mu Gaofeng cackled. "Though I, Mu Gaofeng, am no good man, I am not the sort of coward who abandons his niece and flees for his own life!" As soon as he finished speaking, he shoved Mu Wanqing outward and drew his hunchback sword, attacking Song Qingshu.
"Run—?" Mu Gaofeng's roar came to an abrupt halt. He knew perfectly well that his martial arts could never defeat the other man, though he could at least try to hold him off for a while. Yet when he thrust out his sword, it struck nothing but air. The man before him had vanished without a trace.
Mu Wanqing had already leaped halfway over the second-floor railing when a soft chuckle sounded beside her ear. "I still have plenty to say to you, miss. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Only then did Mu Wanqing discover that she was actually being held in that bearded man's arms. Startled, she immediately raised her sleeve crossbow to shoot him, but he pressed some spot on her body, and her arm went limp halfway up before falling weakly back down.
"Let her go!" Mu Gaofeng roared, hurriedly swinging his hunchback sword as he charged over. Song Qingshu merely tapped him in the chest with one finger, freezing his entire body in place.
"One Yang Finger? What is