...Night, at the Martial Soul Hall Team's encampment.
No one had gone off to rest. Instead, they had all gathered together. The seven members sat opposite Ning Fengzhi, who was perched alone on a little stool with his head lowered.
"Hey!" Qin Tianzhen suddenly slammed his teacup down on the table with a bang, making everyone jump.
"You insolent Ning Fengzhi! Confess the truth!"
Ning Fengzhi stammered, "C-confess what? There's nothing to confess!"
"You still dare to play dumb? We've known you for five or six years and never noticed a thing. You've hidden it well! Who do you like? Out with it!" Xuan Tianming slapped the table and barked.
Wu Chuan drawled, "The girl who caught Young Master Ning's eye can't be just anyone. Is she in the Inner Court?"
"No!" Ning Fengzhi shot back.
"So you know how to say the opposite now. Pretty clever. That means she's in the Inner Court!" Wu Chuan declared, then kept questioning him:
"Is she in Heaven Grade Class One?"
"No!" Ning Fengzhi shot back again.
"Oho, you know how to use a double bluff. So she isn't in Class One!" Wu Chuan declared once more.
"Damn it, there's no one!" Ning Fengzhi roared.
"I know what this is. You're so worked up, you must be playing hard to get!" Qin Tianzhen slapped the table, certain of his conclusion.
"No, no. Fengzhi has been spending a lot of time in Heaven Grade Classes One and Two these past two years, so this girl must be in one of them!" Xuan Tianming analyzed.
"Right, right, exactly. So who is it?" Everyone nodded and began discussing it among themselves.
"Song Ning from Class Two?"
"Bullshit. That girl's arm is thicker than your waist. How could it be her?"
"Could it be Sun Qing'er?"
"That