When Duan Yunfei and the others finished handling the bodies and left, the master and servant duo lying above the eaves finally snapped out of it.
Song Qing asked in a low voice, "Young Master, do you still want to compete in swordsmanship with Young Master Duan?"
"Compete! Why not?" Song Ting replied, "A true man keeps his word, how can he retreat just because the opponent is too strong?"
"Miss Shen is too terrifying; the last time I saw her, she wasn't this strong!" Song Qing exclaimed in awe.
"The strong are adept at hiding!" Song Ting said, "These two are fearsome people, if we can make good relations, we should try to. If not, we should stay away and not offend them!"
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The back mountain of Yongning Manor.
It was already April, but the snow on the mountain had not yet fully melted, and the cold still flowed through the mountain.
Feng Wuya looked with a stern expression at the old man drinking wine, "Who told you to act on your own initiative?"
