Shen Qiu's face flushed blue and red by turns. He wished he could dig a hole on the spot and bury himself in it.
He had meant to stand up against injustice and fiercely vent Shen Qingruo's anger for her. Who would have thought the two of them got along in perfect harmony, their zithers and harps in accord, making him look like a clown instead.
It truly proved that old saying—impulse was a devil, and in all things one should think thrice before acting.
"Disperse!"
Shen Yun softly uttered a single word, and his Words Become Law.
The chains binding Shen Qiu scattered at the sound, turning into wisps of clear qi that vanished into nothing.
Just now, Shen Qiu had charged in aggressively and, without another word, rolled up his sleeves to start fighting. Fortunately, Shen Yun saw that he had no killing intent, so he had merely tied him up with a casual move and let him cool his head.
And thus, the scene before them had come to be.
As the misunderstanding was resolved, the atmosphere in the field gradually warmed again.
Shen Qingruo lightly gathered the hair at her temples, her gaze soft and warm. "I didn't do anything. It was Brother Shen Yun who kept tolerating me."
She looked towards Shen Qiu, this playmate from her childhood, and said softly, "So, thank you for your kindness."
Her words were tactful, both explaining the truth and preserving the other party's dignity.
"You're already calling him brother, so it's only right that he looks after you."
The moment Shen Qiu got free, that old swagger rose in him again. He glanced at Shen Yun. "This time... he's passable, I guess. He barely got my approval."
Before his words had even fallen, Azure Venerable raised