The Gu Household's banquet came to an end.
Aboard the Cloud Boat.
Feng Xian'er leaned against the railing, watching the clouds gather and scatter beside her.
Lin Shisan stood respectfully to one side with his hands lowered, like a child who had done something wrong, not daring even to fart.
"Little thing, last time I told you the three rules of Cold Moon Peak. Now I'm adding another. Whenever someone provokes you from now on, fight back whether you can beat them or not. At the very least, show them the spirit of Cold Moon Peak."
"What are you afraid of if you can't win? I told you before: run if you can't beat them. Besides, don't you still have me, your guardian?"
"Swallowing insults isn't our style at Cold Moon Peak. We don't have to stir up trouble, but we must never be too timid to face it."
"I acknowledge my mistake."
Lin Shisan honestly admitted his fault with the utmost respect. "Rest assured, Master. I won't make the same mistake again."
Feng Xian'er rolled her eyes hard.
Was this dark-skinned boy truly muddleheaded, or was he wise beneath that foolish exterior? Was that what I meant?
And why did he look so aggrieved?
Only after a long pause did Feng Xian'er's heaving chest settle.
"You don't need to blame yourself too much. You didn't disgrace me today, either. That second-grade pill was well refined. It had a little of my flair.
"And that punch showed off the supreme spirit of Cold Moon Peak. Crushing someone at the Meridian Opening First Stage with one punch barely earns you a passing grade."
"But that punch also stirred up a storm around you. Gu Feiyu is even more hostile toward you now."
"I noticed that too. But there's no grudge between