Xiao Feng's first thought was that people from the Western Xia First Class Hall had come to break him out of prison. He wondered whether they had come to save him or kill him, but before he could reach a conclusion, he saw Song Qingshu rush inside.
"Second Brother, is that you?" Xiao Feng was both surprised and delighted. Since he had also sworn brotherhood with Duan Yu, he had included Duan Yu when he became sworn brothers with Song Qingshu. Duan Yu was the youngest and ranked third, while Song Qingshu naturally ranked second.
"Brother Xiao, I've come to save you." Song Qingshu felt somewhat awkward at being called Second Brother. For one thing, being called "number two" as a man sounded strange; for another, he had little regard for Duan Yu's spoiled young-master temperament of idling through life. Still, though Duan Yu was, like Jia Baoyu, a useless freeloader to his family, he was gentle and refined, with decent character. So Song Qingshu reluctantly accepted this bargain-bin sworn younger brother.
With a flick of his hand, Song Qingshu shattered the chains on the cell door. Reaching Xiao Feng's side, he saw that shackles bound his hands and feet. He swept his hand again, and sword qi shot forth in all directions, severing the shackles at once.
"Second Brother's sword qi truly cuts through anything. Even refined steel chains cannot withstand its edge." Regaining his freedom, Xiao Feng stretched his limbs and praised him. As one of the foremost masters in the world, how could he fail to see just how extraordinary that display of sword qi had been?
"You flatter me, Brother," Song Qingshu said as he took out the antidote to Sorrowful Crisp Breeze and held it over for him to smell. "My uncle is keeping watch