After finishing their breathing exercises, Chu Xisheng and Lu Luanli walked out of the Essence-Gathering Formation.
They slipped into the ranks on the Training Ground and practiced saber techniques together.
As Lu Luanli went through the motions with her saber, she gloated, "Senior Brother Chu, you really are good to all those senior and junior sisters of yours. You turn no one away and never tire of helping.
"Unfortunately, a blade hangs over lust. Once people know your disposition, they can easily lay a trap for you. If you hadn't mastered that whatever-it-is Yazi Saber Intent, you'd have been dead today."
The funny thing was, when they had emerged from Firebone Cavern a few days ago, this fellow had mocked her, saying a donkey had kicked her in the head.
Yet only a few days later, Chu Xisheng had followed in her footsteps.
"What do you mean, a blade hangs over lust?"
Chu Xisheng glared at Lu Luanli. "I'm merely kindhearted, warmhearted in the old chivalrous tradition, and guided by a sense of justice. I didn't want to chill my fellow disciples' desire to seek instruction and improve. I simply never expected such treachery even among fellow disciples at the academy."
He absolutely refused to accept a reputation for lechery.
He had felt nothing but affection for his fellow disciples, yet Lu Luanli had made it sound so sordid.
Lu Luanli could not help giving a cold snort. "Then keep being kindhearted. Keep being warmhearted in the old chivalrous tradition. Let's see when it gets you killed."
The two traded barbs, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
After three rounds of the Wind-Chasing Blade, the thousands of disciples on the Training Ground surged toward the Dining Hall like a flock of sheep released from a pen.
Chu Xisheng refused to fall behind either,