Chapter 482
Chapter 482
So on the second day, Lin Feilu happily took Yan Xin into the palace.
Lin Feilu remembered that the last time in Dalin, she also brought Yan Xin to visit the imperial palace. Back then, it was like she was giving her a one-day tour of the scenic spots, but this time, it was as if she was taking her good sister to visit her own home, so she was both happy and satisfied.
The Palace of the Song Empire was not something that could not be visited in two or three days. Yan Xin saw that she was happily introducing various places to her and it was not good to interrupt her interest, so she didn’t mention the competition.
Until three days later, when even the palace lavatory was visited, and there was really nowhere else to go, Lin Feilu had to bite the bullet and accept Yan Xin’s invitation to the martial arts competition.
The winter wind blew up the fallen leaves of the bamboo forest. She held her sword and looked at the heroine in red across from her. Thoughts began to echo in her mind, “The wind is rustling, the water is cold; the strong man will never return once he is gone(1).”
(T/N: Coming from a Chinese legend, this excerpt from a poem painfully describes the way a hero willingly sacrifices himself in order to carry out a mission for the greater good because he knows he would not survive the outcome)
She was just a rookie just getting started, so why did the girl want to torture her like this?
Against one who ranked in the 10th spot on the hero list, wouldn’t it be the same thing as using a diamond to fight bronze?
Yan Xin waited for a long time. Seeing that Lin Feilu was standing still, she said in a deep voice, “Then I will make a move first.”
Lin Feilu shouted, “Wait!”
Yan Xin was already executing the move, but she pulled back and scared herself for a bit, “What’s wrong?”
Lin Feilu sighed heavily and said with great solemnity, “Now that things have come to this point, I have to tell you a secret.”
Yan Xin couldn’t help but become nervous, “What secret?”
The girl on the opposite side quickly turned around and threw the sword to Song Jinglan, standing not far away as he watched the battle, and said, “Actually, he is Master Ji’s direct disciple, so you should fight him.”
Then, she sauntered her way out.
Yan Xin, “…”
Song Jinglan, “…”