Yun Che ignored him outright and walked over to Shu Miaoyin, who looked wary, sizing her up.
He smiled faintly and said, "Miss Shu, long time no see."
Shu Miaoyin froze. He had called her his teacher? He did look somewhat familiar, but she did not remember having a male student who liked wearing his hair so long!
"Do you know me?"
Yun Che nodded and said, "I'm Yun Che. Do you remember helping testify that I hadn't cheated on the exam?"
At his words, the somewhat thin figure in Shu Miaoyin's memory gradually overlapped with the tall, handsome young man before her.
Joy immediately appeared on her face. "Yun Che, it really is you!" she said happily.
Meanwhile, Feng Peng stood on the second floor, his expression so dark it almost seemed it could drip black water. This man had actually dared to ignore him. He was simply courting death.
"Brat, kneel before me and accept your death!"
Feng Peng leaped down from the second floor like a great roc spreading its wings. He snapped the white paper fan in his hand shut, and a sharp sword blade condensed at its tip, aimed straight at the back of Yun Che's neck.
"Yun Che, watch out!" Seeing Feng Peng launch a swift sneak attack at Yun Che, Shu Miaoyin instinctively tried to raise her sword and slash at him.
Yun Che caught Shu Miaoyin with one hand. As he casually shifted his feet to dodge the attack, he lightly pressed a fingertip against the top of Feng Peng's head.
The next instant, under everyone's horrified gazes, Feng Peng, the Feng Family's fourth young master, screamed and slammed into the ground at tremendous speed, embedding himself directly into it. His life immediately faded, and scarlet blood rapidly seeped out through the