บท 72: Go Down the Hill

Tie Hanfeng was lying on a new wicker deck chair. Every now and then he would stretch out his hand to touch the injury on his neck. This wound was so small that it did not even need any medical treatment. However, he still felt somewhat frightened every time he thought of Slave Huan's strange move.

Gu Shenwei was standing a few steps away from his mentor, holding his bandage-swathed right wrist with his left palm. The cut in his wrist was quite deep. If Tie Hanfeng had not let him off at the last minute, he would've ended up like the Eighth Young Master and would've needed to learn saber skills with his left hand from the beginning.

"What's this sh*t you used just now?" Tie Hanfeng took a swig of his liquor and asked. He was a little drunk, but not drunk enough to say something nice.

"I've learned a few sword skills, and this move just came to me all of a sudden in the moment."