On the surface of the sea above the Flood Dragon Trench, Chen Ping'an dazedly stared at the swordsman in azure who was claiming to be his senior brother.0

The young boy scrunched his face, and his lips quivered slightly as he lowered his head.0

The swordsman with a strange name[1] huffed and said, "Are you going to cry? Why are you the same as the young Little Qi? No wonder he picked you. Whenever he was unable to get through to others with reason and then he was also unable to defeat them in a fight, he would always hide somewhere and cry. He'd let his tears make the floor wet."0

The swordsman's voice suddenly became stern as he ordered, "Raise your head!"0

Chen Ping'an dazedly raised his head.0

"Why did you change your mind at the end?" the swordsman interrogated. "Why did you use your fists instead of your sword? Speak loudly and don't be timid!"0

"My sword skills are too poor, so I didn't want to embarrass myself. My fist skills are passable, so I had to unleash them to get the weight off my chest!" Chen Ping'an instinctively replied.0

"Ptui! You call this measly martial fist intent passable?"0

There was anger on Zuo You's face as he turned around to viciously spit on the sea. He didn't possess Qi Jingchun's elegant temperament, nor did he possess A'Liang's amiability. By the looks of it, the sword immortal called Zuo You, the most nonconforming disciple of the Scholarly Sage back then, was truly nothing like a scholar. 2

However, the hidden hint of a smile in the depths of the swordsman's eyes became increasingly wide. Meanwhile, his expression became cold and indifferent...0