Help her?

It seems that, aside from Jun Yu, no one else has ever said that.

The feeling... is quite peculiar.

In the end, Su Yan nodded.

"Okay."

Su Gu curled his lips.

He’s very powerful.

What Main God or no Main God, at worst just devour them all.

Back at the inn, Hua Wuqing was still asleep.

It was like he had entered a long hibernation.

Originally, it was thought that the fatigue was from the journey.

Resting until the next day would be fine.

As a result, Hua Wuqing slept for three consecutive days.

During this period, he was groggily woken up by Su Yan to drink two bowls of soup.

Then he went back into extended slumber.

On the day the Martial Arts Tournament began, Feng Zhi finally arrived.

At that moment, Su Yan and Su Gu were holding the invitation, ready to attend the Martial Arts Tournament.

Then, after walking for a while on the main street of Changfeng Town, they saw Feng Zhi rushing over in a weary state.

Feng Zhi, clutching his sword, dressed in the light blue attire of the Xuanbing Sect,

"Su Yan!"

Su Yan stopped upon hearing the familiar voice and turned around.

Feng Zhi ran up to Su Yan, gasping for breath.

"Oh my, I can’t go on, I’m exhausted. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s get a drink first."

Feng Zhi pointed to a nearby tea stall ahead.

The three of them sat down.

Feng Zhi hugged a porcelain bowl and drank a bowl of tea before saying,

"Su Yan, guess what news I got?"

"Eh?"

"This time’s Martial Arts Tournament is actually organized by the Sect Leader of the Feiyan Sect with our Sect Leader’s martial arts invitation."

"So?"

Feng Zhi propped her chin with one hand, pondering,

"I remember that day, Qin Luoyu said that the person who poisoned the village wanted to take the opportunity to eradicate the Demon Sect and seize the position of Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch?"

Su Yan nodded.

"Yes."

"The matter of the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch was orchestrated by the Xuanbing Sect and Feiyan Sect. I feel it’s very likely to be the Feiyan Sect!"

Su Yan looked at Feng Zhi.

After a while, she said,

"Deducing the truth can’t be influenced by personal emotions."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Zhi visibly deflated,

"Oh, but everyone from the Feiyan Sect is no good, I can’t stand any of them."

Feng Zhi admitted that she had guessed based on her emotions.

After speaking, she could only continue drinking her tea.

After drinking for a while,

Feng Zhi looked around.

"Hmm? Where’s the Qingqing who’s with you?"

Su Yan replied,

"He’s sleeping."

Feng Zhi clicked her tongue,

"Why would you give someone such a girl’s name, Qingqing, are you bullying him because he’s a fool?"

She couldn’t help but feel indignant for that silly little beauty.

Su Yan took a sip of tea and shook her head,

"He said that himself."

Feng Zhi clearly didn’t believe it.

"He doesn’t remember anything?

How could he say Qingqing as his name?

Besides, it doesn’t even sound like a name."

As she spoke, Feng Zhi couldn’t help but look at Su Yan,

"Aren’t you curious about who he really is? From his attire, it’s clear he’s no ordinary person."

Apparently, Feng Zhi could recognize quality.

She had thoroughly analyzed Hua Wuqing’s attire from the first meeting.

Su Yan placed the tea bowl on the table,

calmly saying,

"I know who he is."

Feng Zhi casually asked,

"Who is he?"

"Hua Wuqing."

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough... What??"

Su Yan repeated,

"Hua Wuqing."

"Impossible!"

Feng Zhi bluntly denied it.

She couldn’t possibly believe that the person terrifying in the Jianghu was that silly little beauty.

Su Yan looked at her,

"I meant, his name is Hua Wuqing."

After Su Yan said it a third time, Feng Zhi gradually started to understand.