While he’s sick, take his life.
Little Fatty’s expression was ferocious and contorted, his eyes, usually filled with friendliness and kindness, were now brimming with blood.
Blood dripped gruesomely, like a malevolent spirit.
Little Fatty caught up to Ye Shenyi’s fallen body on the ground, then smashed down with a hammer.
Ye Shenyi’s head was smashed into a pulp.
Brain matter splattered.
It flew onto Little Fatty’s face and body, and also splashed onto the old man’s face and body nearby.
The old man leaned against the ship’s wall, his face full of horror as he watched everything happening before him.
Scion of a noble house, disciple of the Great Grandmaster, the youngest Grandmaster, a martial arts prodigy seen once in a century...
The ignorant masses had labeled him with too many dazzling titles and honors.
By rights, such a person should be envied, jealous, hated, and then trashed online till death.
However, because he was too outstanding, it was as if he was the darling of the whole world.
Countless women called him ’husband,’ ’son,’ ’male god,’ ’my dear’...
Men called him ’brother’ from another mother, some even asked him not to be too strict about his gender, as things sisters could do, they could too.
Of course, for Tang Fei, he was a respected older brother, a fellow disciple...
A former romantic rival.
Tang Fei looked at the youth in white on the treetop, his gaze chilling. He had anticipated all possibilities but had not expected Shen Xinglan to be the one standing in his way.
What disgraceful role did the Shen Family play?
Twenty years ago, they were executioners; twenty years later... are they the suppressors?
"How can I not come?" Tang Fei spoke, "Has this White Dragon Port been declared off-limits by your Shen Family?"
"You should know what I’m talking about."
"I don’t," said Tang Fei.
This was sheer stubbornness.
He knew what Shen Xinglan was talking about; his appearance here in the dead of night was to wait for those destined to save the old man, wasn’t it?
He hadn’t expected to be that destined person.
Tang Fei knew his identity had been exposed. He wasn’t sure if the Royal Family knew his exact identity, but being involved with the rebel party was certain...
He knew what he was talking about, and he knew what Shen Xinglan was talking about.
But before a knife was put to his neck, he’d play the part of flat denial...
Who would admit to such a thing?
How could I possibly be here to save the ’rebel party’?
I have nothing to do with them.
I just wanted to walk on the beach barefoot...
I can enjoy the rowdiness of a crowd just as well as the solitude on my own.
Who says a person can’t come to the beach alone?
Sure enough, upon hearing Tang Fei’s response, Shen Xinglan was left speechless.
"Do you think this makes any sense?" Shen Xinglan still appeared nonchalant, unfazed by Tang Fei’s ’unnecessary fussing’.
He rarely got angry; there were few things in this world that were worth his anger.
Tang Fei looked at the long sword stuck in the ground; he recognized the sword. It was the ’Taia’ that Shen Xinglan carried on him.
Taia Sword, also known as Taia, was one of the top ten famous swords on Blue Star, crafted by the joint hands of Ouyez of Wu Country and Ganjiang from Yue during the Eastern Zhou period.
As large groups of people moved to New Star, they also took a significant amount of Blue Star’s paintings, secret manuals, and rare treasures.
The Taia Sword ended up in the hands of the Shen Family, ultimately used by Shen Xinglan of the direct lineage.
Tang Fei’s gaze shifted from the Taia Sword, looking up to Shen Xinglan on the treetop: "Many say you are the foremost martial arts prodigy in Star Sky, you think so too, don’t you?"
"I don’t care about these empty honors," Shen Xinglan said lightly.
"I don’t, either," Tang Fei sighed lightly and said, "But my teacher insists that I am..."
"He also says I am his most outstanding disciple... well, you know, I don’t care about these empty honors..."
..." Shen Xinglan’s gaze intensified.