"Hmm~" Wu Xiuwen drawled as he looked at her. "Now that Yang has the Mongol Empire's wealth and glory, with a beauty like you by his side, no wonder he doesn't want to risk his life saving anyone."
Wu Dunru chimed in, "And to think Fu Mei liked him so much back then. She really was blind."
"That's not right," Wu Xiuwen immediately said with a wave of his hand. "Fu Mei clearly likes the great hero Song Qingshu. Brother Song is handsome, highly skilled in martial arts, and commands a million elite troops. He is one of the greatest figures of this age. Some people should know their place and not compare themselves to him."
Yang Guo's eyelids twitched wildly. Thinking of how the man had also taken away the aunt he loved so deeply, he felt the rage within him becoming nearly impossible to suppress.
Song Qingshu, hiding in the shadows, was dumbfounded. The Wu brothers' martial arts were utter trash, but their trash talk was on the level of a historic legend. They were clearly veteran masters of sarcasm.
If they kept provoking him, Yang Guo was about to lose control. That alone would have been fine, but being used as a weapon left Song Qingshu deeply annoyed.
So he hurriedly revealed himself. "The rescue must be considered carefully. Brothers Wu, do not act rashly."
He appeared in his original guise, and Da Wu and Xiao Wu were immediately overjoyed when they saw him. "Brother Song!"
Song Qingshu nodded, then said to Yang Guo, "Brother Yang, Da Wu and Xiao Wu are simply anxious to save their master. Please do not take offense."
"Hmph~" The moment Yang Guo saw him, his entire body tensed as though he were about to strike. In the end, however, he restrained