"Show me the way!" Song Qingshu did not waste any time. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he hurried toward where Khwarazm was staying.
Watching the trees and houses race backward along the way, Madam Zhen pointed the way while marveling, "Your qinggong is incredible. I've never seen a man this fast."
Song Qingshu nearly face-planted. "Don't use words carelessly. The Chinese language is broad and profound; many words carry other meanings."
Madam Zhen nodded as though she understood. "So I can't say 'incredible,' or I can't say a man is fast?"
Song Qingshu's face darkened. He could not be bothered to respond to her.
"Are you famous here in the Central Plains?" Madam Zhen blinked her large eyes curiously at the man before her.
Song Qingshu was startled. Did she recognize my identity? "Why do you ask?"
Madam Zhen replied, "First, Hulagu Khan himself is a top-tier master, yet even while carrying me, you suppressed him with ease. Then Old Man of the Mountain and Water Moon Great Sect Master came in—figures whose names alone strike fear into people's hearts. Few could defeat them in a one-on-one fight. Yet you faced two opponents alone just now without falling behind, and even carried me effortlessly out of the Mongols' encirclement. How could someone like you be a nobody?"
At the Mongol delegation's residence, Hulagu Khan sat grim-faced on a couch as a physician dressed his wounds. His subordinates below stood silent as cicadas in winter. No one wanted to provoke his anger at a time like this.
"Have you found out who that mysterious man was?" Thinking of that person made Hulagu Khan feel the wound on his face throb even more painfully.
"No. That man seemed to have appeared out of thin air. We cannot uncover his origins at all,"