After teaching him for about an hour, the other residents of the manor gradually began to rise. Not wanting anyone else to see them, Xue Baochai gave Song Qingshu a few instructions to practice on his own before returning to her room.
Song Qingshu had originally wanted to go back to his room for more rest as well, but he discovered that Xue Baochai was watching him from her room. Helplessly, he had no choice but to stay and continue practicing.
Xue Pan happened to get up and see this. He could not help laughing. "Isn't it a little too late to start cramming now?"
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "Can't be helped." Xue Pan spent his days in Lin'an bullying men and harassing women, earning himself the nickname Dumb Tyrant. It would have been difficult for his body not to be strong. Coupled with some inherited martial arts, though he was no great expert, advancing from the group stage posed no real pressure.
"Who will you face after getting out of your group?" Xue Pan asked curiously, slinging an arm around his shoulders.
"I don't know. I haven't paid attention to that," Song Qingshu replied. To him, there was no need to choose an opponent at all.
But Xue Pan misunderstood him. "True, you might not even make it out of the group stage, so there's no point worrying that far ahead. Still, you don't need to be too concerned. Someone is even unluckier than you." As he spoke, he winked toward Lü Shisheng in the distance.
"What happened to the Lü brothers?" Seeing how excited he was, Song Qingshu could only play along and ask.
"Even if he makes it out of his group, he'll immediately run into the top seed, the Mongol Prince Hulagu Khan. He'll definitely get