Yi Feng smiled and said, "You two are too polite. However, I appreciate your kindness. I've already found a replacement for that zither string, so there's no need to trouble you two."
"What?" Hearing this, Shu Qin Hua and Xue Qinzhu's faces changed dramatically, and they were immediately flustered.
"Sir, do you really not need it?" Shu Qin Hua asked anxiously, her beautiful face pale.
Beside her, Xue Qinzhu also looked at Yi Feng nervously.
"If you had brought it earlier, I could have used it," Yi Feng said with a smile. "But now I really don't need it anymore, so I appreciate your kindness."
His words made both of their hearts sink.
Their expressions were also full of bitterness.
Although his expression was still gentle, that sentence "If you had brought it earlier I could have used it, but now I don't need it anymore..." clearly blamed them for dragging their feet and missing the opportunity to bring it in time.
"Alright, alright!" Shu Qin Hua responded dejectedly, her beautiful face drained of color.
Beside her, Xue Qinzhu was also crestfallen, full of regret.
"Oh right, the old man next door is making ribs to eat. I need to get ready and go over. If you two don't have anything else, come by and sit another time," Yi Feng said as he looked at the sky, slightly apologetic.
Hearing this, the two women's faces became even more ugly.
Was this directly dismissing them?
Clearly, although Yi Feng didn't show it overtly, their dragging their feet had already displeased Yi Feng.
He was even impatient to interact with them now.
"Then sir, we'll take our leave first." Shu Qin Hua bowed slightly to Yi Feng, her face full of unwillingness as she left the martial arts hall.
Once they were out of the martial arts hall, they saw that the sky was filled with goose feather-like heavy snow, blanketing everything in white and looking extremely beautiful.
But the weather had also turned much colder.
However, the cold weather was nothing. What was colder was their hearts!
Xue Qinzhu sighed deeply.
Seeing her disciple Shu Qin Hua in low spirits beside her, Xue Qinzhu felt remorseful.
"Sigh!"
"My disciple, it was teacher's mistake, teacher didn't seize the good opportunity!"
She shook her head complicatedly. Her heart ached and her intestines twisted.
She understood that this time she had definitely been shortsighted.
At the same time, she felt ridiculous for her own shallow vision, actually thinking that this opportunity was less valuable than the Heaven Cicada Silk itself.
It was because of her misjudgment that she had forfeited a heaven-sent opportunity!
If she had rushed over with the Heaven Cicada Silk as soon as she heard Shu Qin Hua's words, she would have almost certainly grasped this opportunity.
The master and disciple sighed as they left the martial arts hall.
But they had barely taken two steps when Xue Qinzhu suddenly stopped.
She stared wide-eyed at an old man walking over leaning on a cane not far away.
"This damn winter really makes one uncomfortable. But what is the sir still doing? It's time and he hasn't come yet."
He slowly walked step by step in the shallow snow, muttering to himself, approaching them one step at a time.
Xue Qinzhu and her disciple just watched the old man approach silently, until he brushed past them.
Finally, Xue Qinzhu remembered who he was.
The number one rogue cultivator of Nansha of great fame and glory. Since their cultivations had always been neck and neck, he had also been Xue Qinzhu's nemesis for hundreds of years.
It was just that a few years ago he suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Xue Qinzhu's memory of him had faded.
She didn't expect to run into this person here.
And his name instantly came to Xue Qinzhu's mind.
"Wang Daotian!"
She shouted.
As she shouted, Xue Qinzhu's half-Saint cultivation base erupted soundlessly and pressed towards the old man.
Sure enough, as Xue Qinzhu shouted out that name, the hunchbacked old man walking towards the martial arts hall paused slightly.
He turned back a little, sized up Xue Qinzhu with his empty eyes, and calmly said, "Xue Qinzhu, it's you?"
"Of course it's me."
Xue Qinzhu sneered coldly, "Didn't expect to run into you here, what a coincidence."
"Yes, quite a coincidence."
The old man smiled.
Then his eyes suddenly changed, and a terrifying aura pressed towards Xue Qinzhu.
In that instant, Xue Qinzhu, who just had an overbearing half-Saint aura, was instantly suppressed and extinguished. She staggered back several steps, filled with disbelief.
"Martial Emperor!"
"It's actually a Martial Emperor!"
"How could Wang Daotian have broken through to Martial Emperor?"
A stormy sea raged in her heart and her body shook violently. She looked at Wang Daotian again in incredible disbelief.
She saw the old man had already reverted to his previous state, hunchbacked, leaning on his cane, carefully and slowly climbing the steps to the martial arts hall. Meanwhile, he kept muttering, "In my old age, being able to meet an old friend is not easy. But this old man doesn't have much time, no leisure to catch up with old friends..."
His voice trailed off as he stepped into the martial arts hall, not looking back at Xue Qinzhu again.
Xue Qinzhu's heart thumped rapidly.
The terrifying aura Wang Daotian had given her just now still made her heart palpitate.
How could this be?
Two people who were once evenly matched, one had already reached the awe-inspiring Martial Emperor realm.
While the other... was still lingering at half-Saint, unsure if she could even break through to Saint in this lifetime.
Moreover, Wang Daotian didn't seem to take his former rival seriously at all.
He didn't even have the slightest interest in saying another word to her?
Her face was extremely ugly. This feeling of being looked down upon made her very uncomfortable.
Her gaze subconsciously moved back to the martial arts hall.
She wasn't stupid.
After a little thought, she could discern why this former opponent of hers could leave her so far behind.
It was this martial arts hall.
It was the unfathomable young man inside!
It allowed a half-Saint, in just a few short years, to transform into a Martial Emperor, an existence that could rampage across the entire Immortal River Continent.
Thinking to here, she was furious.
She spat out a mouthful of blood.
This opportunity should have been hers now, but because of her own stupidity, she had buried it with her own hands!
"Master, how are you?" Although Shu Qin Hua had many feelings, seeing Xue Qinzhu like this still couldn't help but frighten her into changing color.
"I'm fine, let's go back first. I want to go into seclusion at the sect for now..."
"Sigh..."
With a long sigh, the master and disciple dejectedly left, departing Pingjiang City...
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