Zhao Rong asked seriously, "What is this drink?"
Gui paused for a moment, "This place is likely a rare Land of Dao Validation."
Zhao Rong’s heart shuddered.
The Sword Spirit spoke gravely, "Give it to your first wife or second wife, or that old flame of yours will do too."
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, "Qing Jun?"
"No. It’s the one with the biggest chest, who also looks the most serious and dignified."
Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched violently, unable to restrain the curses in his heart:
"Can’t you stop making such jokes? My relationship with Zhu Yourong is not what you imagine; we are proper teacher and student, a relationship both as mentor and friend. Don’t taint us with your vulgar thoughts!"
He was somewhat angry.
"Huh, mentor and student... It’s not as if I haven’t seen that before. You Scholars always sort of thing. Apart from female teachers, there are also mentor’s wives..." Gui scorned.
"Shut up. It’s pointless to argue with you, don’t speak recklessly."
"If it were really a normal teacher-student relationship, would you still secretly write words in her hand in front of everyone?" the Sword Spirit exclaimed in wonder, "Is this supposed to be your instruction? Scholars really know how to play, even flirting is done so elegantly. This time it’s written in the palm, where will it be next time?"
Wait a minute, how come you, a damn Sword Spirit, seem to know everything?
The two had a quick exchange within a few breaths, and Zhao Rong quickly darkened his expression.
Gui thought for a moment, his tone decisive, "From my experience, if you and your student keep exchanging glances, sooner or later you’ll end up together..."
Zhao Rong, not waiting for it to finish, detached from Heart Lake and no longer paid attention to the venomous Sword Spirit.
The next second, he moved.
At that moment, to everyone else’s view, they saw Zhao Rong just as he heard Zhao Xifu’s words, picking up his cup and then suddenly pausing his action.
Then his eyelids drooped, he was quiet for a few moments, suddenly looked up, and without a word, handed the cup to Lingfei.
"Qing Jun, drink this."
Zhao Rong said earnestly.
Lingfei was startled for a moment, shook her head, and tried to push it back, "Brother Rong’er, I told you, I’m not drinking this, you drink..."
"Qing Jun," Zhao Rong interrupted softly.
At the door, Zhao Xifu, standing with his arms crossed surveying the outside, narrowed his eyes.
Lingfei’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, about to ask.
Within Zhao Rong’s heart, a speculation was growing stronger; he stared intently at Lingfei’s beautiful eyes and repeated, narrowing his eyes:
Lingfei unhesitatingly raised her cup, lifted her delicate chin, and downed the drink that resembled clear spring water in one gulp.
The woman’s demeanor became docile instantly.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
The spectators had just started to react when Lingfei had already set down her cup.
Her movement of setting down the cup was gentle; at that moment, the bottom of the cup was just a few centimeters from the tabletop.
The cup touched the table.
There was a resounding sound, as if striking everyone’s foreheads, causing their teeth to chatter.
For a moment, the sound of the cup echoed back and forth in the dimly lit hall, like the first chime of a morning bell atop a mountain at dawn, greeting a radiant upcoming Chaoyang.
All eyes were focused on Lingfei, who sat straight-waisted, slowly letting go the cup in her hand.
Under her hand, the cup that housed the drink shattered into dust.
Silently and soundlessly.
In that moment, the tavern had its doors shut tight, not a single breeze stirred, and everyone’s breathing was even more hushed and light.
The dust that had formed from the cup rose with the wind, spiraling upwards, outlining the trajectory of a whirlwind, and then scattering.
However, some dust, as it flew about three feet above Lingfei’s right shoulder, seemed to encounter some transparent obstacles...
The dust faintly outlined the shape of a small sword.
It was but a fleeting moment, and the dust had dispersed.
The sword disappeared.
Before the spectators could open their eyes wide to take a closer look, a Handleless Small Sword appeared about three feet in front of Lingfei’s left shoulder.
It was exquisite and transparent, slender and dainty, resembling a delicate young girl.
This sword was very familiar to Zhao Rong; it was Qing Jun’s actual Lifebound Flying Sword from Heart Lake, called "Qing Mei." However, it seemed Qing Jun had not yet gathered the special materials needed to fully forge it, so it was rarely taken out.
However, at that moment, under astonished gazes, Qing Mei made its appearance and... vibrated vigorously!
The clear sound of Qing Mei’s sword cry seemed joyful, as if... it was greeting someone.
The next second, a sword cry clearer and more resonant than the Qing Mei’s suddenly emerged.
Lingfei suddenly stood up, "It seems ’Childhood Playmate’ has become Class A."
Before the spectators could open their eyes wide to take a closer look, a Handleless Small Sword appeared about three feet in front of Lingfei’s left shoulder.
It was exquisite and transparent, slender and dainty, resembling a delicate young girl.
This sword was very familiar to Zhao Rong; it was Qing Jun’s actual Lifebound Flying Sword from Heart Lake, called "Qing Mei." However, it seemed Qing Jun had not yet gathered the special materials needed to fully forge it, so it was rarely taken out.
However, at that moment, under astonished gazes, Qing Mei made its appearance and... vibrated vigorously!
The clear sound of Qing Mei’s sword cry seemed joyful, as if... it was greeting someone.
The next second, a sword cry clearer and more resonant than the Qing Mei’s suddenly emerged.