Song Qingshu clicked his tongue in amazement. Zhan Yu's trash talk was truly master-level. What could be more devastating than telling a man his wife was fantastic? That Dual Cultivation Princess was apparently the Young City Lord's fiancée. No wonder he was so enraged.
Wait, why did the Young City Lord's swordsmanship look so familiar?
After observing carefully for a while, Song Qingshu finally understood where that sense of familiarity came from. The Young City Lord's swordsmanship had several points in common with the Dugu Sword Intent within the Sword Tomb. However, his attainment in the sword was merely average; he possessed the form but not the spirit. If not for Song Qingshu's exceptional discernment, no one else would have noticed those similarities.
"Dugu Sword Intent?" Song Qingshu fell into thought. Could Dugu Qiubai have some connection to Wushuang City?
During a lull in the battle between Zhan Yu and the Young City Lord below, Shan Yuru looked over the people from the Dual Cultivation Manor, her expression full of curiosity. "After all these years, I've never even seen what you people truly look like. I really don't understand why that bastard Nian Liandan cared so much about you."
"Nian Liandan!" Madam Dual Cultivation began breathing rapidly, her ample breasts trembling slightly. Clearly, she loathed that name to the bone.
"Madam, you're so agitated. Could it be that the one surnamed Nian once... took advantage of you?" Shan Yuru's tone was full of concern, but her words were vicious beyond measure.
"Shut up! Do not slander my mother's honor!" The Dual Cultivation Princess's almond eyes widened, her voice crisp and pleasant, carrying a hint of exotic charm.
"If not her, then could it be that he bullied you?" Shan Yuru looked at her with a smile that was not quite