Lianshan Xin could not contain his curiosity, but out of respect for a Great Grandmaster's strength, he first put up a shield: "Senior Feng, first of all, I'm not trying to stir up trouble. I'm just curious. I won't ask how shallow Miss Yan Shuang is-you certainly wouldn't know. Have you ever held her hand?" Feng Xuange's hair instantly bristled with rage. "We grew up together. What do you think?"
Lianshan Xin ventured, "You haven't?"
Feng Xuange: "..."
Lianshan Xin had struck him speechless.
Lianshan Xin himself almost failed to keep a straight face.
"Wait, Senior Feng, are you really that much of a gentleman?"
Feng Xuange defended himself. "Between men and women, feelings may arise, but propriety must set the bounds. How could I take advantage of a woman? What kind of man do you take me for?" Lianshan Xin almost laughed aloud. "I imagine Emperor Yongchang must be a pretty casual man."
Feng Xuange was struck speechless again.
After all, he knew perfectly well that Emperor Yongchang must have done everything.
"Senior Feng, didn't you two practice martial arts together growing up?"
By rights, that should have made physical contact all too easy.
Feng Xuange's face flushed red as he struggled to defend himself. "We were merely childhood sweethearts. We didn't train together. Shuang'er doesn't study the saber."
"Then you never sparred either?" Lianshan Xin was shocked.
Feng Xuange's old face grew even redder. "If I sparred with you, could you touch my hand?"
Lianshan Xin understood. "Miss Yan Shuang was very strong?"
"She was always stronger than me, anyway."
"Then why would you think Miss Yan Shuang liked you?"
Seeing that Feng Xuange was on the verge of flying into a rage out of embarrassment, Lianshan Xin added, "Senior Feng, in my own shallow experience, women don't