"What?"
"Soundproof barrier!"
Fang Che exclaimed smugly: "Do you know what I'm going to do with this skill?"
Ye Meng's face turned red, and she angrily said: "You're so improper, I won't speak to you anymore."
Fang Che chuckled and said: "The Heavenly King Flute came today..."
He said while leaping forward like a tiger: "I'll teach you..."
...
Late at night.
The Heavenly King Flute sat alone at the mountain top.
The Jade Flute lay across his chest and knees.
The surroundings were desolate and empty of people.
The night wind gusted fiercely, causing the Heavenly King Flute's robes to flutter.
Yet his heart remained as calm as an unruffled lake, clearly reflecting everything within a thousand feet around him.
Much like when he dueled with Bu Chou, even facing formidable foes, he never gave anyone the chance for a sneak attack.
This was his usual manner.
Especially now.
Because he was acutely aware of what sort of person his old rival was.
