Chapter 90
“I heard you’ve been living a busy life.”
“……No, everyone is busy. I’m sure Fang Sojourner was the same way.”
“You’re still as stiff as ever.”
Even for me, who cherishes past relationships, it was not easy to soothe the woman’s sulking.
In my previous life, I had no connection to women.
In this life, I couldn’t afford to look at her.
“When I heard that that boy had so many deeds that he was called the Thunder Sword Saint, I doubted my ears.”
“I suppose it’s fate.”
“You still talk like an old man.”
Hmmm.
As I coughed, Pang Hyang whipped his head around and shouted pointedly.
“You two!”
“…….”
“If you don’t go away, I’m going to rip you apart.”
At the sound of her growl, the pretense of popularity quickly vanished. Like it was never there in the first place.
She turned her head again, and I caught a whiff of her calm, long hair, and her sweet scent. What the hell.
As if drawn by the scent, my gaze was drawn to Fang Xiang, and in my vague memory, I recalled the girl I had seen. Her tomboyish figure was nowhere to be seen, her eyes calm and deep, her long black hair flowing gracefully in the breeze.
The calluses and small scars on her outstretched palms could not hide the beauty of the woman before him, as if the time she had endured in the cultivation of the Hebei Feng Clan, or even the Ho Tao Clan, was not just time well spent.
“…….”
The only women I’d ever known were Mrs. Baek in the South Palace, my mother, my occasional rivalries, and my nanny.
