Come, have a cup of tea to calm your nerves! Su Rou handed Chu Feng a cup of fragrant tea.
Thanks, Elder Su Rou, I’m actually a bit thirsty. Chu Feng took the fragrant tea, gulped it down in one go, and still feeling unsatisfied asked, “Any more?”
Yes.
Su Rou kept pouring Chu Feng cup after cup; he drank them all down, finishing the entire pot, only then satisfied wiping his mouth, and even let out a belch while doing so.
Watching Chu Feng like that, Su Rou thought in surprise, “This kid doesn’t look scared at all—he’s just thirsty.”
But thinking about it, a boy his age facing such a threat without fear, that kind of courage and presence of mind truly made her look at him anew; the more she thought so, the more she felt she had saved the right person today.
Elder Su Rou, thank you for stepping in today; otherwise, my little life would surely be over. Chu Feng stood up and sincerely thanked her.
Although he also guessed that Su Rou might have saved him to win him over, after all she did save him, not feeling grateful would just be self‑deception.
What’s there to thank? This whole thing started with Liu Mang’s mistake. As an elder of the Azure Dragon Sect, protecting you is my duty, and besides, you’re a rare outstanding disciple.
Su Rou smiled sweetly, then extended her hand to Chu Feng and said, “Since you’ve already mastered the Thunder Three Forms, hand them over—this martial art must never be passed on.”
Um, Elder Su Rou, to be honest, I’ve only mastered two of the Thunder Three Forms; I still haven’t grasped the third. Chu Feng pulled the Thunder Three Forms from his bosom, albeit reluctantly.
Su Rou took the Thunder Three Forms, then smiled at Chu Feng and said, “Actually, I’m not hiding anything from you—aside from the sect’s founder, no one has managed to comprehend the third form, so mastering the second form already counts as great achievement.”
Oh? Upon hearing Su Rou say that, Chu Feng felt a secret delight, sensing he was close to a breakthrough on the third form, though he hadn’t fully grasped it yet.
But Chu Feng believed that one day he would fully comprehend it, and when that day came, he would be the only person besides the Dragon Daoist who had mastered the Thunder Three Forms.
Afterward, Su Rou chatted with Chu Feng a bit more, but it was merely out of an elder’s concern for a disciple; she never mentioned trying to recruit him.
Leaving the elder’s quarters, Chu Feng formed an opinion: although Su Rou seemed gentler than Su Mei, her scheming was no less deep.
Hey, you’re finally out. Chu Feng had just stepped out of the elder’s hall when he heard a sweet voice.
He glanced over and saw a figure as graceful as a butterfly approaching—none other than Su Rou’s younger sister, Su Mei.
This time, I owe you everything. Chu Feng smiled, knowing Su Rou could intervene only because Su Mei had likely passed the word along.
Well, I wouldn’t have guessed you had a conscience, but if you want to thank me, you can’t just say it—you ought to show something substantive.
How about I kiss you?
Get lost!
How about I hug you?
Scram right now!
Alright, I’ll take the loss—marry me.