Though he knew the other man was deliberately provoking him, Song Qingshu still decided to take the bait—not for himself, but for the burning passion and pride in his chest. He refused to let right and wrong be turned upside down beneath this bright sky.
"You can summon wind and rain?" Wan Qixie sneered as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. "Do you take me for a three-year-old? If you can, then show us and broaden our horizons."
Song Qingshu gave him a cold look. "I'm not some street performer. You expect me to exhaust myself just because you said so? Do you take me for an idiot?"
"Tch, I knew you wouldn't dare." Wan Qixie curled his lip disdainfully. "Anyone can boast."
The moment his words fell, Zhang Jun and the others joined in, mocking Song Qingshu with all their might.
Although many among the civil and military officials despised Wan Qixie, Zhang Jun, and their character, they agreed with their judgment this time. They were all successful scholars from the imperial examinations, raised on the teachings of sages since childhood. Every one of them was learned and well-read, and naturally dismissed such supernatural nonsense.
"Forget it. Don't lower yourself to their level." The Yellow-robed Woman looked worried. How could she fail to see that Wan Qixie had provoked Song Qingshu? Afraid that he would agree in a fit of anger, she hurriedly sent him a secret transmission, no longer caring that the two of them had just been giving each other the cold shoulder.
Though she knew Song Qingshu well and knew his martial arts were unmatched, she did not believe he could truly summon wind and rain. It was simply too far beyond common sense. No matter how great one's martial arts were,