They understood the principle well enough, but they had never dared to hope that they could possess such strength. However, after several days of training, their confidence had greatly increased. Upon hearing Mu Hanyan’s words, it was as if the blood in their veins had been set ablaze, and their future no longer seed as perplexing as before.
"Brother Han Yan, I understand now," Mu Cheng took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he looked at Mu Hanyan.
"What do you understand?" Mu Hanyan asked with a smile.
"I’ve realized that if even soone like you, who was born a total dud, can beco a Great Swordsman, then nothing in this world is impossible. I will definitely work hard in my cultivation, using my own strength to guard our family, to protect all of..."
"Bang!" Although Lady Mu never considered herself to be violent and had always been holding back, grinding her teeth in restraint, before Mu Cheng could finish his sentence, she couldn’t help but kick him flying away.
Unnoticed by Mu Hanyan, in the distance, Fourth Miss Zhao’s eyes were fixed on her with venomous intent.
Fourth Miss Zhao, at that mont, was nestled against the chest of a young swordsman, her shoulders quivering, her eyelashes glistening with tears, looking utterly pitiable. But the gaze she fixed upon Mu Hanyan was filled with malice.
"Miss Zhao, there’s no need to be so sad, it wasn’t your fault." Feeling the vulnerability from the embrace, the young man felt his body heat up, his eyes ablaze with lust, and his hand reflexively moved up and down Fourth Miss Zhao’s back.
"But my chaste reputation has been tarnished by him in front of the entire hall; I... I... If it weren’t for my debt of gratitude to the Zhao Family for raising , I would have no face to keep living in this world," Fourth Miss Zhao cried. Leaning closely against the young man, she spoke in a choked voice, tears welling up once more.
"Miss Zhao, rest assured, I, Zha Zhenglin, swear to seek justice for you," Zha Zhenglin declared, his heart stirred by the warm tears soaking his chest, vowing solemnly.
"What good will seeking justice do? He’s the Young Master of the City Lord’s family, while our Zhao Family is just a minor clan in Heishi City. One day, I will still end up in his Devil Claw," Fourth Miss Zhao said as she lifted her head, her tear-filled, sorrowful, and despairing eyes looking forlorn.
"Don’t worry, Miss Zhao, I will never let such a thing happen," Zha Zhenglin’s eyes flashed with an unspoken resolve, his heart boiling with fervor.
"Brother Yue, would you really help ?" Fourth Miss Zhao clung to Zha Zhenglin’s shoulders, grasping at him like a lifeline, her pitiful deanor mixed with hope, lting his heart further. Yet, elsewhere, he grew firm. Indeed, at that mont, Zha Zhenglin was soft-hearted but hard-bodied.
"Mm-hmm, no matter the cost, I, Zha Zhenglin, shall never allow Miss Zhao to fall into the clutches of such a despicable person," Zha Zhenglin declared, his face a picture of righteousness, though his hands ventured lecherously across the back of Fourth Miss Zhao.
Fourth Miss Zhao didn’t show any sign of discomfiture; she lay against his chest, her face streaked with tears, but the corners of her mouth were turned up slightly in a smirk.
Zha Zhenglin, the Young Master of the Yue family of Nanxi County city. Although his family was a minor one, far less powerful than the Qu or Wu Families, Zha Zhenglin was exceptionally talented. At just eighteen years of age, he had already cultivated to the Ninth Rank of Swordsmanship, ranking just behind Qu Fengting of the Qu family among the young generation in Nanxi County city.
Zha Zhenglin was seen by the Yue family as the hope for their rise and was also considered an idol by other young swordsn from minor families, his influence only second to Qu Fengting.
With his help, things should be a bit easier, Fourth Miss Zhao thought to herself, her initial plan becoming even more perfect.
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