A'zi was clearly exhausted, yet she pretended nothing was wrong. Thanks to last night's nourishment, she now looked radiant. The weariness between her brows only added a touch of delicate, pitiful fragility to her appearance, making Song Qingshu sigh inwardly. Though this little girl was like a tiny witch, she really was quite lovely.
Worried that someone might notice something unusual, Song Qingshu quickly withdrew his gaze and cupped his hands to Xiao Feng. "Big Brother, we still have important business to attend to on this journey. I'm afraid we must part ways here."
Xiao Feng patted his shoulder and laughed heartily. "Drinking to our hearts' content with my second brother yesterday was the happiest I've ever been while drinking in my life. If you ever get the chance to visit Khitan, I'll treat you to the strongest Zhao Tian Shao. We won't leave until we're drunk!"
"Chanyu Liehuo Zhao Tian Shao—I've long heard of this wine's great reputation. All right, it's a deal!" Song Qingshu laughed as well.
"By the way, what if someone causes trouble for you again after we part ways..." Song Qingshu suddenly said with concern.
"Don't worry. After a night of rest, my injuries have recovered considerably. Besides, I still have my father, and Shaolin's experts were mostly crippled by you. If we still end up in danger, I, Xiao Feng, won't have the face to remain in the martial world." Xiao Feng chuckled.
Song Qingshu could not help admiring his physique. It was practically monstrous. He had suffered such severe injuries before, yet after only one night—and after drinking so much wine—he had recovered to this extent. He truly was extraordinarily gifted.
"King Xiao, until we meet again." Although Zhao Min was furious with Song Qingshu, she did not want to show it too