Wu Fang: ...Why did he suddenly feel so nervous?
He had wanted to chat a little longer, but when a fellow disciple called him, Wu Fang quickly bade the three farewell. Only after he had left did Bian Chunchou take his hand off Chen Zui-Zui's mouth.
"Why wouldn't you let me speak? I wouldn't go easy on him." That would be disrespectful to a fellow Blade Cultivator.
Bian Chunchou said, "He was just being polite. Don't take it so seriously. Wu Fang is a good guy—don't mess with his head before the match."
Chen Zui glanced at him. "A Blade Cultivator focuses only on the blade in his hand. How could a few words from someone else shake his resolve?"
Bian Chunchou had nothing to say. He tugged at Wen Xu-Xu's sleeve. "Would you look at him!"
Wen Xu said, "...Actually, I shouldn't have pretended to be blind back then. I should've pretended to be mute."
Wow, Wen Xu-Xu, you've gone bad too.
The mountain city's people were simple and honest, though they were particular about certain things in their own distinctive way. The three treated the visit like a sightseeing trip and thoroughly enjoyed being tourists. Chen Zui couldn't see what was so fun about it, but he didn't find it unpleasant, either.
Now and then, though, he came across a Blade Cultivator dressed much like himself, and he couldn't help wanting to go up and spar. Of course, just as he was about to act, Junior Brother Bian would always hold him back, which left him a little annoyed.
Two days passed this way. When word came that the Hehe Sect and the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect would arrive soon, Gu Wufang headed to Bitter Crossing Temple, however reluctantly.
Master Yicheng had known for ages that Gu had arrived