Song Qingshu had not expected her to be so direct. It took him a moment to process it. "Then which side are you and your sister on?"
"Of course we're on our master's side." At the mention of her master, Fu Junyu's face filled with reverence. "Our master holds an extraordinary position in Goryeo and maintains the balance between the Cui Family and the royal court."
"Balance?" Song Qingshu wore an odd expression. "From the sound of it, you're clearly helping the royal court suppress the Cui Family."
Fu Junyu's cheeks reddened slightly, and she gave a soft snort. "The Cui Family is too powerful right now, so naturally we have to help the royal court a little first. If the royal court grows too powerful and starts acting recklessly in the future, Master will definitely step in too."
"Your master must be incredibly skilled." With only one man and one sword, without absolute strength, why would the Cui Family, which held great power, care about his words? But a figure like that was destined to please neither the Cui Family nor the royal court. His future would most likely not end well.
"Of course. My master is the greatest martial artist in the world." Fu Junyu's tone was full of pride and certainty.
"Is that so?" Song Qingshu chuckled but did not argue.
Just then, a cold voice rang out from nearby. "Junyu, what are you doing over there?"
Fu Junyu stuck out her tongue. "My sister's calling me. I'm not talking to you anymore; I'm leaving first." Without waiting for a reply, she skipped away, playing with the object in her hand as she went.
"What is that?" Fu Junzhuo shot Song Qingshu a glare from afar, then noticed the triangular prism in her sister's hand.
"N-Nothing, just