Demon Sword dragged his feet, unwilling to leave. He only wanted to stick around for a spectacular show, but An Idler kicked him into the sea.
Unfortunately, Demon Sword might always have rotten luck, but that had made him quick on his feet. Even though An Idler wanted to stay behind, the shield Demon Sword flung onto him in time dragged him down too.
Cunlü nodded in satisfaction. "I knew those two were always good at tearing each other apart."
Nanfeng sighed wearily. An Idler was certainly useful when he was making trouble for other people, but weren't the two of them usually his favorite targets?
If Old School Striking King hadn't been such a close friend of Cunlü's and shared so much of her suffering... Honestly, Nanfeng thought he could have raised another pair of dukes instead.
He glanced back at Myriad-Heaven Net, who was peering down curiously without even realizing what he was supposed to do, and felt remarkably cheerful. His kid might be slow, but at least he listened!
Nanfeng would rather have a disciple who followed instructions step by step than one who shot off faster than a husky.
Someone like An Idler ought to be left to torment Old Dog instead.
A foxhound and a husky were such a perfect match!
How had his wife ended up taking him in?
Nanfeng complained inwardly, completely ignoring the fact that he and his wife had chosen Honest Man precisely because they were both too shrewd and capable to want a disciple who played mind games whenever he got bored.
Cunlü glanced over. "Myriad-Heaven Net, sit by that big rock and hold your longsword. Not the one that does a ton of damage. Didn't you have one with a really over-the-top design?
"The hilt looks like wings, with