Ji Boxiao, a normally rather lively young man, now had a feverish gleam in his eyes. He rushed excitedly up to Chen Xiaojun, his voice trembling with excitement. "Young Master, Young Master, you were incredible! Even the Sixth Prince fell to your sword!"
Every word struck like a hammer against the heart, conveying his excitement and exhilaration.
Chen Xiaojun smiled helplessly. "His Highness Xue Shiming and the students of Heaven Dou are actually much the same. They only have experience with arena matches, not battles to the death. If he had built a solid enough foundation, I might not have won."
Liu Ru Yi walked gracefully to Chen Xiaojun's side, admiration shining in her eyes. "Young Master, don't be so modest. Whatever the case, you truly are our idol. You're like a guiding light in our lives!"
Hearing this, Ji Boxiao could not resist teasing her. "Isn't my big brother the guiding light in your life?"
There was a hint of mischief in his words, but even more agreement with Liu Ru Yi's praise.
Liu Ru Yi gave a gentle smile, as soothing as a spring breeze brushing the face. "Don't worry. The Young Master won't mind."
"Was I talking about the Young Master?" Ji Boxiao asked irritably. "I meant my big brother."
Liu Ru Yi did not mind at all. Covering her mouth, she chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't mind either."
Her sweet smile and crescent-shaped eyes warmed the heart.
Her answer was both clever and tactful, leaving Ji Boxiao choking on his words. He sighed helplessly and muttered, "I'm playing the lute to a cow."
Liu Ru Yi was not angry at his words. Instead, she giggled. "Hehe, Boxiao, you don't need to worry. It might be better if Brother Bo Da isn't my guiding light. That way,