Zhou Muzhi knew of Zhao Chenfeng. Back when he had sought a master, this man had been his other choice.
He simply had not expected to encounter him here.
Qian Zhen threw away his useless broken saber in a sorry state and murmured to Zhao Chenfeng, "Master."
Zhao Chenfeng raised a hand. "You're not to blame. This boy's condition is strange. You were bound to lose if you clashed with weapons."
Watching from the side, Zhou Muzhi realized that the two were master and disciple.
"Tsk!"
He clicked his tongue again, quite loudly.
That did draw Zhao Chenfeng's attention. He looked Zhou Muzhi up and down and smiled. "Where's that master of yours? By rights, he ought to show himself by now."
The moment those words fell, Li Jingfei's voice rang out.
"Heh, you old fellow. Looks like I'll have no choice but to fight you."
In the blink of an eye, Li Jingfei appeared in front of Zhou Muzhi, shielding him behind his back. The first thing he said was:
"My disciple, lend your master that fine sword."
Zhou Muzhi was somewhat puzzled, but handed over the longsword anyway. This sword had originally been derived through simulation. His swordsmanship was actually not particularly accomplished; had the weapon itself not been good, he would not have chosen it.
When he took the Listening-to-Rain Sword, Li Jingfei inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. He had not anticipated tonight's situation. Facing Zhao Chenfeng really was unexpected.
This man was no weakling. Compared to him...
"Hahaha! You're already half-crippled, yet you still insist on sticking your neck out. Fine, let this old man send you on your way, then kill this little disciple of yours to affirm my heart of the Killing Dao. I might even advance another step!"
Zhao Chenfeng laughed, his