Chapter 648: Mysterious Disappearance
Ren Yingying quickly shook her head, constantly comforting herself: the reason she thought this way was simply that the scoundrel had already taken advantage of her in the bath barrel back then. Suffering another small loss now didn’t seem like a big deal.
Such is the strange logic of w0men; they would rather allow one man to take more advantage of them than accept being taken advantage of by two men simultaneously.
While Ren Yingying was lost in thought, Zhang Sanfeng was also stunned. As far as he knew, Xia Qingqing was the wife of the previous Golden Serpent King, Yuan Chengzhi. Yet now, she was addressing him as her grandmaster. Observing her demeanor with Song Qingshu, how could Zhang Sanfeng not understand their relationship?
His grand-disciple was far more skilled in this area than he ever was. Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly. Although he found it unethical for Song Qingshu to be involved with a widow, Xia Qingqing showed no sign of unwillingness on her face. He quickly dismissed the thought—grandchildren have their own blessings; let them be.
“Your Seventh Martial Uncle has encountered a grave disaster. While you bear some responsibility, he also played a part. If not for him… sigh.” Zhang Sanfeng’s words trailed off with a heavy sigh.
Song Qingshu’s heart sank. Could there be more to that old case from years ago?
Not wanting to dwell on painful memories, Zhang Sanfeng changed the subject, asking, “Qingshu, what was that sword move you used just now? In my hundred years, I’ve never seen such a powerful sword technique.”
“This is a move I created myself, called ‘Return of the Myriad Swords,’” Song Qingshu replied respectfully, then added, “I thought this move would make me invincible in the martial world, but Grandmaster neutralized it with such ease. Truly unfathomable! My admiration for you is as boundless as the Yangtze River, unending like the flooding Yellow River.”
“Enough, enough! Qingshu, where did you learn to be so glib?” Zhang Sanfeng was overwhelmed by the flurry of compliments. “Your grandmaster’s reception of your move was nowhere near as effortless as you make it sound. Take a look for yourself.” With that, he raised his hands, which had been clasped behind his back.