Chapter 29 What My Heart Says (2/2)

Yan tightened her grip on Xu Hong's hand, and her forehead was full of beads of cold sweat.

Though Shen Lian did not offer to visit, Xu Hong offered Shen Lian the chance to.

Xu Hong was not exaggerating about the food in the Xu family, it was indeed remarkable.

In fact, the same dish would taste significantly different from each other if they were cooked with different knife skills, different temperature and a different mix of ingredients.

Even that chewy beef, it was cooked with the freshest and sweetest part of the beef. The tangy scent of blood was removed with special techniques, and it was cooked at the perfect temperature. Slightly more, and it will be too rough, and any lesser, it will be too rare.

It melted immediately in his mouth, and the fragrance remained even after he swallowed it.

Shen Lian had had his share of good food in both of his lives, and even then, he was impressed by this dish.

That was not the only good dish.

”Why do you still have your sword with you during the meal? Isn't it inconvenient?” Yan queried.

She noticed the small sword around seventy centimeters that Shen Lian was carrying on his waist. The handle was green in color, with barely any marks on it. It looked very new.

Xu Hong noticed the sword earlier and had been waiting for Yan to ask about it.

”This is actually made from wood,” Shen Lian removed the sword and unsheathed it. It was indeed a wooden sword and gave off the scent of Indian sandalwood.

”I can't believe that you are still using a toy at your age!” Yan covered her mouth and chuckled.

”Gentlemen bring swords with them, I am merely learning from them.” Shen Lian was casual when he spoke, but did not come off as impolite. Looking at his child-like face, Yan could not help but to laugh.

”My sweetheart, what is there to laugh about?” A sharp male voice spoke, and it felt cold, as though the temperature in the drawing room had dropped drastically.

A good-looking young scholar walked in. Yan was clearly in fear.

Xu Hong was shocked; he did not expect this god of pestilence to come now.

The young man was very arrogant. He reached into Yan's shapely waist and kicked Xu Hong away. He sat on the table in the crudest manner imaginable; nothing about him reminded one of a scholar. If anything, he was more like a burglar.

The sudden development did not scare Shen Lian. However, he felt the annoyance in his heart peaking.

”Maybe you are not aware of this, but I hate it when someone disturbs the meal.” Shen Lian said calmly to the young man.

As for the wailing of Xu Hong who was in pain lying on the floor, and the indescribable fear that was on Yan's face, both did not affect Shen Lian at all.

When they first fought in the dream, it was hard to say who was victorious. After all, Shen Lian had the upper hand back then.

Now that they were finally facing each other, Shen Lian did not feel the pressure coming from the young man; all he felt was annoyance.

Shen Lian hated his vibes.

Logically, cultivators should cleanse their thoughts, and not to be fraught with distracting thoughts. Otherwise, the cultivator would fall prey to their desires and whims, which was destructively addictive.

The psyche of the young man was strong but was filled with evil desires, and evil thoughts were constantly emanating from him.

Shen Lian could not understand how he did not succumb to insanity yet. His six senses were impure, yet he did not collapse from the overwhelming distracting desires.