The moment those words left his mouth, Huo Qingtong's face reddened. She wanted to say it was not what he thought, but then felt there was no need to explain herself. For a moment, she stood there stiffly, not knowing what to say.
"Lose the wife and the troops too?" Song Qingshu leisurely sized Zhang Wuji up. "That's not a bad suggestion."
Huo Qingtong could not help stamping her foot. She shot him a mildly annoyed glare. "Young Master Song~"
Zhang Wuji snorted, clearly displeased. "There are more important matters today. We'll settle this score slowly another day." With that, he headed toward the Deaf-Mute Sect.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. Though the two were enemies, they shared an unspoken understanding. He still needed Zhang Wuji to stand against the Mongol Empire, so he would not fight him to the death.
Watching Zhang Wuji leave, Song Qingshu clasped his hands toward Hong Qigong and Master Yideng. "Thank you both for warning me just now." Thinking of how Zhang Wuji never passed up a chance to take his life, Song Qingshu felt somewhat irritated. Yet he needed Zhang Wuji to keep the Mongol Empire in check in the Western Regions, so he could not kill him. Was he really supposed to let him off so easily?
Then his gaze fell upon Huo Qingtong's tall, graceful figure beside him. Song Qingshu seemed to think of something, and his previously stifled mood instantly brightened.
Hong Qigong waved his hand. "Your martial arts are formidable. Even if we hadn't warned you just now, you would have avoided it." He was forthright by nature and unwilling to take credit he did not deserve. At the same time, he secretly pondered what technique Song Qingshu had used to suddenly vanish and reappear three feet away.
Master Yideng,