Luo Qian froze. That face looked familiar. He frowned. "It's you..." Beside him, Gushe Village led Feng Feitian over and placed her in his hands. Then he stepped back and bowed solemnly to them both. "My apologies. I accidentally hit my sister-in-law. I only realized who she was afterward. I've offended you."
The Saint Lord—Fei Sheng. The young man who had insisted on creating a legend during the Heaven Lake tournament and helped Luo Qian win by accident was actually the heir to the Saint Realm. Luo Qian had never imagined this would be the outcome after they had stood with swords drawn and bows bent. Fei Sheng had clearly known all along. Everything today had been a performance, plainly meant to achieve the "legendary" effect he wanted.
Luo Qian glanced at Gushe Village. "Your name sounds familiar. I think I've heard it somewhere." Gushe Village smiled. "My sister is Gushe Rong. Thanks for that half piece of jade!" Luo Qian understood at once. She was the girl he had once gone to treat for "frigidity." Unable to find the Gushe Aristocratic Clan at the time, he had posted the half jade pendant on the Private Professionals Association's job board and never checked it again. Evidently, someone had completed the job.
Gushe Village smiled. "The man who fought you for those Saint Stones was His Majesty the Saint Lord himself!" Luo Qian burst out laughing, but Fei Sheng rushed up and grabbed him by the neck. "Hey, have you promoted my story or not?" Luo Qian laughed until his stomach hurt. "Don't be so impatient. I'm not dead yet, so how can the legendary tale spread? Once I become a legend of the Immortal Realm, you can become a legend among legends—the legend of legends!"
Fei Sheng tilted his head