Song Qingshu was rather speechless as well. Wuyazi truly had terrible judgment when it came to taking disciples—one was sinister and vicious, the other dull-witted and muddleheaded, unable even to tell friend from foe.
Unfortunately, it was inconvenient to explain the reasons in front of so many people, leaving him in something of a bind.
At that moment, Xuan Cheng saw that the situation was unfavorable and darted toward the hole in the wooden hut. Song Qingshu's expression changed as a streak of sword qi shot toward him. Xuan Cheng had been prepared and hastily dodged aside, but this took him farther from the hole in the hut.
With a flick of Song Qingshu's sleeve, a huge boulder beside him flew over. Su Xinghe reached out to stop it, but the boulder suddenly dropped lower, causing him to grab at empty air. By the time he reacted, it had already blocked the hole in the wooden hut.
Tianshan Tonglao, standing some distance away, sneered. "Overestimating yourself!" She could naturally tell that Song Qingshu had held back just now. Otherwise, while Su Xinghe could barely be considered an expert, if he had truly intercepted a stone imbued with Song Qingshu's inner power, he would have been seriously injured for certain.
Unfortunately, Su Xinghe had not seen that. Instead, he grew somewhat angry. "Young Master Song, have you deliberately come here to cause trouble? Though our Deaf-Mute Sect is not some great sect, we will not suffer such humiliation!"
Song Qingshu said calmly, "For the sake of your devotion to Wuyazi's legacy, I will not lower myself to your level."
Su Xinghe opened his mouth, but in the end, he remained wary of Song Qingshu's immense reputation. Ding Chunqiu was his foremost enemy; it was truly unwise to provoke another formidable foe.