"Yes." Lin Feiyang agreed curiously.

——

The three girls followed Lin Feiyang into the temple gate, and then saw Fu Qinghe beside the release pond.

Fu Qinghe didn't seem to notice them coming in, and kept staring at the turtle. He and the turtle seemed to be integrated into one, making it difficult to tell them apart.

Fu Qinghe was falling into the realization of the way of movement and stillness.

Leng Feiqiong stood quietly next to Fu Qinghe, looking at him motionlessly, with no intention of alarming him.

Lin Feiyang scratched his head.

Fu Qinghe was originally a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect, would it be embarrassing if he met the leader now?

If it were me, I would really feel embarrassed.

Fu Qinghe seemed to be in a trance, staring at the turtles with his eyes, and the aura around his body was consistent with these turtles.

"Ahem." Lin Feiyang coughed lightly: "Abbott should be waiting impatiently."

"Let's go." A low and soft voice sounded, and Leng Feiqiong continued to walk inside.

Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

He was inexplicably nervous for Fu Qinghe.

Fu Qinghe was okay, after all, he lost the bet, so he couldn't blame Fu Qinghe, and it didn't count as betraying the Tianhai Sword Sect.

But Yuchisong was different.

Fortunately, Yu Chisong had already left for a few days, otherwise it would have been more embarrassing and I would have felt guilty.

When Fu Qinghe waited for them to leave, he took his eyes away from the turtle, flicked his head, shook his head slightly, and continued to look at the turtle.

The three girls arrived at the abbey's hospital.

Fakong had already stood up, followed by Xu Qingluo, who was looking over curiously and staring at Leng Feiqiong.

Leng Feiqiong joined forces and said calmly: "Master Fakong, I have taken the liberty to come here. Don't blame me for disturbing you."

Fakong Heshi smiled: "The poor monk, Mr. Leng, is really surprised that Master Leng is here. He has admired his name for a long time."

"Does Master hate our Tianhai Sword Sect?"

"Headmaster Leng came to ask for a crime?" Fakong looked at her with a smile, his eyes seemed to see through the gauze and met her clear eyes.

Leng Feiqiong said calmly: "I came here because I want to see the master's style and see whether the defeat of our Tianhai Sword Sect was unjust or not."

Fakong shook his head: "Defeat——? Master Leng was too modest. Wasn't everything expected and calculated by the Tianhai Sword Sect?"

"Our sect has failed to count you, Master, despite all the calculations." Leng Feiqiong said.

Fakong said: "It is said that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation. In fact, Master Leng should have expected that there will always be accidents, but it is enough that the general direction has not deviated."

"What is the general direction?"

"A perfect match." Fakong said.

The two men were two meters apart, their eyes collided, their words were straight forward, and they were facing each other head-on.

Xu Qingluo and Lin Feiyang watched with excitement, feeling very excited and inexplicably excited.

They were curious whether Fakong and Leng Feiqiong would fight, and if so, who would be stronger and who would be weaker?

"It seems that the master knows." Leng Feiqiong said.

Fakong nodded slowly.

Leng Feiqiong said calmly: "Master, don't you have anything to say?"

Fakong smiled: "Congratulations to Master Leng, my long-cherished wish has finally come true, and lovers have finally gotten married."

Leng Feiqiong said: "Master, are you disappointed?"

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Leng Feiqiong said: "Master originally thought that the Tianhai Sword Sect was going to be destroyed, and only two of the three major sects were left. Your Daxueshan Sect would become the number one sect in the world."

Fakong laughed and said, "Master Leng, you made a mistake."

"oh--?"

"Not everyone wants the sect to become the number one sect in the world." Fakong shook his head and said: "The three-legged alliance is the real stability. After all, the dominance of a single family will ebb and flow, and it is difficult to last. Look at the original Demon Sect. Is it possible?

Isn’t Master Leng able to break this yet?”

Leng Feiqiong let out a chuckle.

Fakong heard that this laugh was sarcastic, but he couldn't figure out whether she was sarcastic about the Snow Mountain Sect and the Guangming Holy Sect's lack of ambition, or whether she was sarcastic about the hypocrisy of her own words.
Chapter completed!