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Wang Yiran had a solemn expression as he turned around and leaped onto the railing of the waterside pavilion. He didn't have time to deal with his frightened female relatives in the pavilion, and he rapidly dashed toward the pool to scoop up his defeated daughter.
The young villa master of Sword Water Villa was unfazed, and the young scholar rocking his fan clicked his tongue in wonder and remarked, "I didn't expect him to be a powerful martial artist hiding his true strength."
The young scholar closed his folding fan with a crack before focusing his gaze on the young boy who was disappearing further and further into the distance. This young boy with the sword case on his back was definitely a lesser grandmaster at the fourth tier of martial arts!
Perhaps he was the final disciple of Colorful Garment Nation's sword god? However, the cultivation world was dangerous and his master had been violently killed in a mountain, so he had no option but to disguise himself as a traveling cultivator from another nation?
Had he traveled far away to flee from danger? Otherwise, who could have raised such a young martial arts prodigy? He had reached the grandmaster stage even earlier than Song Fengshan.
Song Fengshan's wife, a beautiful and virtuous-looking young woman, couldn't help but ask in a soft voice, "Will Shanhu be okay?"
Song Fengshan imperceptibly caressed the hilt of his sword, Vast Water, with his thumb. He smiled and remained silent.
The young scholar smiled faintly and explained, "Please rest assured, milady. Lady Wang isn't in any danger, nor has she been severely wounded. The young boy used a clever technique, and he only used the external power of his fist aura to knock Lady Wang unconscious.
"Lady Wang only suffered some external wounds that won't affect her physique or soul. The young boy restrained himself at just the right moment. I believe that he was heeding the words of Villa Master Wang — a person shouldn't make their path in the cultivation world too narrow."
Sure enough, Shanhu slowly regained consciousness after Wang Yiran carried her back to the waterside pavilion and tapped several of her acupoints. Apart from appearing extremely disheveled, being completely soaked, having some of her skin revealed, and losing all of her face, her condition and aura seemed fairly okay.
She struggled to stand up, and her forehead was red and swollen as she stood with her back facing the others. She propped a hand against a column and placed her other hand over her mouth. The soaked and slender young girl had watery eyes, and appeared charmingly pitiful in stark contrast to her normally aloof nature.
The young girl who was joining in on the fun with no regard for the serious nature of the situation craned her neck and dazedly looked at Chen Ping’an drinking on the mountain path. "Wow! He's truly a powerful person!" she exclaimed in astonishment.
The young scholar stole a quick glance at Shanhu's slender figure, which was on full display thanks to her drenched clothes. The corners of his lips curled up into a slight smile. Her legs were long and shapely, and the naive young boy was most likely unfamiliar...
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