At this, Lu Xuan shot him a cool glance, not bothering to speak. Xiaoyan didn't pay him any mind either. She just shook out her hand and stood beside the young man again, whispering:
"Xiaolu, Xiaolu, that was the Killing Skill Dad just taught me. I'll teach it to you later, okay?"
She paused, as if afraid he wouldn't take it seriously, and added:
"This Killing Skill is really powerful. Dad said it's related to two mythological creatures, the True Dragon and the Vermilion Bird!"
Lu Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Ignoring the stares from the crowd, he gently squeezed Xiaoyan's hand.
"Alright, Teacher Xiaoyan."
A smile bloomed on Yan Jiangxue's face, like a gentle spring breeze in the cold autumn air. Many of the watching students were mesmerized.
Not far away, Wu Shangpin, whose hand was broken, stared daggers at the two and asked again:
"May I ask your names? At the very least, let me know who broke my hand, right?"
