"That's very ungentlemanly of you to hurt a lady," a calm voice sounded. Wang Jingyuan and Mo Xian followed the voice to see a young man wearing pale yellow touching down on the stage. He held a single-edged sword—a dao—in his hand.
A young woman dressed in blue and white reached the stage at the same time. She had a double-edged sword in her hand. The young man looked at her and clasped his right fist in greeting. "Miss Yue—it looks like great minds think alike. We arrived at the same time."
"Childe Fu, it's nice to see you again." The young woman returned the greeting. Then she turned to face Song Xinglan. "Childe Song, I, Yue Feixue, would like to learn a few things from you if that's alright."
"Count me in as well—I, Fu Tianyou, would also like to learn some new skills." The young man in pale yellow greeted Song Xinglan.
