Training paused, and the three sat around Xia Xi, panting heavily.
Iguro wiped away his sweat and stared straight at Xia Xi with his mismatched eyes. "Hey, Kurumaji, just how did you get so strong?"
He was clearly around their age, at most only a year or two older.
Yet none of the three felt confident that they could catch up to him within a year or two.
Xia Xi said as though it were obvious, "Through tireless effort, of course, and a-
"I want to become Tutian's disciple-and learn guitar from him." There was no need to guess; Taihua had definitely said that.
Those familiar with the sound could easily recognize what ferocious beast had appeared. Some of the warhorses in the Qing army's camp could be seen growing extremely restless.
And once he moved to meet the blade's radiance, even a moment's delay would give Elder Su time to react and send the sky full of tiger claws attacking him again. This looked like a situation that would inevitably leave him trapped.
But he remained very cautious, because he did not want to destroy this family, and especially did not want to lose his son. His position did not allow him to act recklessly, either. After all, he was still a Communist Party official, and his opponents, both overt and covert, were eager for something to happen to him.
Ye Tian thought it was perfectly ordinary, but Cao Xiong clearly did not agree. There was enormous danger involved. He knew his older male cousin's way of doing things all too well; it was very likely to work against Ye Tian.
Inside Cheng Daqing's clothes, Su Zheng's arm was tightly engulfed, as though it had entered a python's mouth. A powerful twisting force nearly wrung his arm apart.
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