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The bystanders dispersed cooperatively, while two pairs of hands helped Meng Fuyao up at the same time. One said, ”You- sigh!”, while the other commented, ”I have only not seen you for half a day, and you already have a new interest - fighting in a brothel.”

Meng Fuyao raised her head and looked at the anxious Yun Hen and Zong Yue who seemed calm but had actually accumulated dust on his clothes. As she laughed mischievously, her big mouth that stretched apart like a bloody gourd looked really unsightly. Looking at her face, Yun Hen's eyes gleamed and he pointed his sword towards Mist.

Meanwhile, Mist held his chest and looked grudgingly at Meng Fuyao. All of a sudden, with a wave of his sleeve, a plume of thick and slightly smelly smoke rose from the ground.

Everyone immediately retreated, but when the smoke diffused away, Mist was nowhere to be seen. There was only a new pool of blood on the ground.

Onlookers tried to crowd around them again, but Zong Yue grabbed Meng Fuyao and quickly led her away. It was a rare occasion that Zong Yue did not despise how dusty, dirty, sweaty, and bloody she was. Making use of the opportunity, the shameless Meng Fuyao rubbed the dirt on her clothes against Zong Yue to her heart's content. It was obvious that Zong Yue was desperately trying to tolerate her, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Thinking that Zong Yue was finally going to explode, Meng Fuyao instantly shunned away. However, Zong Yue only looked towards a teenage boy who was standing under a roof on the opposite side.

The bright moonlight cast dark and light shadows below the roof, slightly shadowing the boy's figure, but his beautiful appearance was still distinct. Even though he was a bit short, his body proportions were balanced, and that made him seem more exquisite than dumb. Instead of looking at Meng Fuyao who created an uproar, he stared only at Zong Yue with bright eyes and a mixed expression.

He spoke, ”It's been long since we met, have you been well?”

Immediately, Zong Yue regained his unwelcoming mannerism and replied, ”Thanks to you, Sir Yun, I've been very well.” He turned around, picked up Meng Fuyao aggressively and reprimanded, ”Why are you taking such a long time? Are you not going back to recuperate?”

Meng Fuyao felt a strong sense of injustice…'Please, you are the one who's taking such a long time, and it was also you who stopped to chat. Pot calling the kettle black, how shameless of you,' she thought.

'Eh? Sir Yun of Xuanyuan? Wasn't he the one who was the first to pass the second round of finals? The one who was said to be Moon Soul's disciple? What is his relationship with Zong Yue?'

Sensing that the boy was still standing in the same position and silently looking at their departing figures, she wiggled out of Zong Yue's hold and turned back out of curiosity. Suddenly, she saw a gleam flashing by that boy's eyes.

Meng Fuyao was stunned.

That was the gleam of a tear.

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One of the top ten martial arts wielders, Mist, fought with someone in a noisy town in Heaven Demon. Not only were they on par, but Mist was even forced to escape!

This was nothing less than the most shocking news throughout the True Martial Arts Meet, and rumors spread like wildfire all over Pandu City. Participants of the Meet were all trying to find out who that mysterious lad was, but the town was crowded, and the battle happened too quickly, and no one clearly saw Meng Fuyao's appearance. Everyone had considered the top contestants of the Meet, even Yan Jingchen, but no one thought that it was Meng Fuyao.

Meanwhile, the teenage expert who stirred up the ruckus in Pandu was lying on the bed like a dead dog, shouting in pain as Zong Yue executed his treatment. It was obviously an inner injury, but Zong Yue just had to pick out a cut not much wider than a strand of hair and claim that ”proper treatment is needed by taking medicine and pouring ointment on it, and massaging it would be even more effective”. So, the guinea pig proactively offered his assistance and used his paws, which were coated with sugar and fruit juices, to give Meng Fuyao a ”massage”.

This successfully elicited a slap from Meng Fuyao, who shouted, ”Zong Yue, you're just in a bad mood, don't vent your anger on me!”

She had yet to complete her sentence when Zong Yue placed the bowl of medicine down, straightened his back and left. Confused, Meng Fuyao and the guinea pig squatted on the bed and watched him leave with their hands in their mouths.

A few seconds later, Meng Fuyao nudged the guinea pig and asked, ”Hey, Rat, did Zong Yue's Big Aunt arrive?”

The experienced guinea pig shook his head in disagreement. He personally felt that it was not just the Big Aunt who arrived. There was an 80% chance that all his Aunts arrived at the same time.

As Zong Yue walked out, Yun Hen stepped in. He had been guarding at the entrance and noticed how unusual Zong Yue was, but he was not as curious as Meng Fuyao. Picking up the bowl, he said, ”It's going to become cold if you don't drink it.”

Depressed, Meng Fuyao could only finish up the medicine in silence. Yun Hen did not even blink while staring at her, and he asked, ”In the afternoon, you disappeared after the competition, and it took us so much effort to locate you. We first went to Yan Jingchen's residence and almost broke into a fight with Prince Heng's guards. But you suddenly dashed out… what exactly happened?”

Meng Fuyao smiled and simply recounted the story to him. Though her inner energy was blocked by Mist, she was not fully unconscious at that point in time. After Yan Jingchen locked her up in the cellar, she started to stir, probably because the moon was bright that night. She had felt a ball of light emerging within her body, and it slowly surged like a tide, releasing her locked veins one by one. When Mist came in to kill her, she was already near full recovery. Then, Yan Jingchen arrived and gave her some time to completely recuperate and deliver a blow towards Mist.

Yun Hen listened in silence and sighed continuously. ”You're injured again, what about the third round?” he asked. Suddenly, he reached out to grab Meng Fuyao's pulse.

Almost instantly, Meng Fuyao kept her hands and stared vigilantly at him. ”What?” she questioned.