"The Yanqing Sect. I think Huo-style Wrestling mentioned them."
Watching the group walk away, Lian Youming gradually calmed down.
Just then, he felt someone tugging at his sleeve. Turning his head, he saw Xie Ruomei holding her little notebook and pointing at the words on it.
"That old gentleman is a good man."
Lian Youming brushed the snow and frost from his clothes and said dismissively, "Of course I know he's a good man. Otherwise, those few who hadn't made a move would've ended up on the ground too."
Xie Ruomei seemed very dissatisfied with this answer. She wrote a few more words and held the notebook up in front of Lian Youming.
"He taught me martial arts."
At the sight of those two sentences, a strange look entered Lian Youming's eyes. He frowned. "That old man taught you?"
Xie Ruomei had no answer for a moment and could only clutch the hem of her clothes uneasily.
Something suddenly seemed to occur to Lian Youming. He asked hesitantly, "Why are you training? Don't tell me you want to settle the grudge yourself? That old man said you'd have to fight nine matches in a row. How is that any different from getting yourself killed?"
The girl raised her head and wrote a few more words, pressing so hard that she tore the paper.
"Our family owes them. I want to repay it."
Lian Youming sighed. "Third Brother Xie committed those sins. They have nothing to do with you. Besides, look at your condition. Sallow, scrawny, not a scrap of flesh on you. A couple of breathing exercises would exhaust you to death."
But Xie Ruomei was frighteningly stubborn. Her hands gestured rapidly, and she wrote and drew, only for tears to begin spilling from her eyes as she wrote. In