Chapter - 480 All Over the World, No One Can be a Hero (5) (1/2)

Zhang Wuji's heart was thumping erratically. ”Zhiruo,” he said, ”Because I was eager to save Yifu, I was being rude to you. I feel endless regret in my heart.”

Zhou Zhiruo said, ”I heard Xie Laoye [old master Xie] has fallen into Shaolin Temple's hands. Zhang Jiaozhu is an unrivalled hero, I am sure you have already rescued him.”

Zhang Wuji blushed and said, ”Shaolin Pai's eminent monks possess profound martial art skill. The Ming Cult has lost a battle. My (maternal) Grandfather was unfortunate and has passed away.”

”Yin Laoye Zi [old master] was a hero of this age,” Zhou Zhiruo said, ”What a pity, what a pity!”

She did not show any emotion whether happy or angry. Zhang Wuji could not read her true feelings; he only felt that his words seem like bumping on her flexible nail, always bounce back without generating any interest on her part. However, thinking that compared to how bad he had hurt her by leaving her for Zhao Min in front of multitude of guests, the cold reception he received today was a thousand times, ten thousand times better. Thereupon he said, ”Later, when we try to save Yifu, I wish you would lend your hands for old times' sake.”

Thinking to this point, he was excited and said, ”Zhiruo, I want to ask you a favor.”

Zhou Zhiruo's countenance suddenly stiffened. ”Zhang Jiaozhu,” she said, ”Please exercise self-control. At this point, how can you address me like in the former days?” Beckoning to someone behind her she said, ”Qingshu, come over here. Tell Zhang Jiaozhu about us.”

Zhang Wuji saw a man with face full of spiky beard step forward, cupping his fists and say, ”Zhang Jiaozhu, how are you?”

Zhang Wuji recognized the voice as belonging to Song Qingshu; he took a closer look and recognized him as Song Qingshu; only he disguised himself as an older and uglier man to hide his original features. Thus Zhang Wuji also cupped his fists and said, ”Turns out it is Song Shige [martial (older) brother]; I am well, thank you.”

Song Qingshu showed a faint smile and said, ”Actually, I should thank Zhang Jiaozhu. That day when you were about to marry my wife you had a second thought and regret …”

”What?!?” Zhang Wuji was shocked; his voice trembled.

”I have Zhang Jiaozhu to thank for my happy and blissful marriage,” Song Qingshu said.

It was as if five thunderbolts had struck Zhang Wuji at once. He stood with a blank expression on his face; his eyes glazed over like he was looking at a vast expanse of whiteness, his ears were buzzing with indistinct noise that he could not hear what people were saying around him. After a long time, he felt someone was tugging his arm.

”Jiaozhu, let us go back!” that person said.