"Miss Lan is fortunate to have a master by her side today, so I, Wei, will not entangle with you any longer. Old man Wu, your internal organs have long been damaged, and you've been holding back a mouthful of blood. You can spit it out now."
Wu Qiong simply brushed his sleeve and remained silent.
Wei Qianfeng's expression remained unchanged as he turned and headed towards where the body had been thrown, performed a sword salute, and said loudly:
"The brother who made a move just now was fierce. If someday you find the time, you could visit the Mysterious Sword Sect. Though it won't amount to much, at least we won't lack good wine, much more refreshing than staying under those impoverished and rotten scholars of Confucian School in Jiang Yang!"
"Today's issue can be resolved by drinking three cups!"
After speaking, he turned and mounted his horse without any reluctance, leading the remaining men to gallop away. They had come like the wind and left just as decisively.
