Duan Yu had been bullied by the Divine Farmers clan and the Mt. Wuliang Sword sect, coerced by the Divine Crocodile of the Southern Seas, imprisoned by Crown Prince Yanqing, kidnapped by Jiumozhi, then was forced to become a gardener at the Highland Manor of the Camellias. The misery and humiliation he had undergone in recent times was significant indeed, but never before had he felt such anger and indignation.

In all fairness, there was no one within the Waterside Pavilion of Fragrant Sounds who was truly impolite to him or intentionally tried to embarrass him. Although Bao Butong asked him to leave, he showed forbearance when he did so; he did not break Duan Yu’s arms as he did Zhu Baokun, nor did he kick him away like a ball as he did to Yao Bodang. Wang Yuyan verbally expressed the desire for him to stay a bit longer, and Ah Zhu and Ah Bi solicitously escorted him off. But all of this only increased the unspeakable misery in his heart.

The evening wind rolled across the surface of the lake, carrying with it the scent of water chestnut leaves. Tugging mightily at the oars, Duan Yu wasn’t sure whom his anger and hatred should be directed towards. He really couldn’t say why he was as angry as this. Previously, Mu Wanqing, the Divine Crocodile, Crown Prince Yanqing, Jiumozhi, and madame Wang had all exceptionally humiliated him, but he had maintained his calm and did not feel too wronged. In his innermost heart, he indistinctly felt as though perhaps it were because he deeply yearned for Wang Yuyan, but within her heart, she didn’t care about Duan Yu in the slightest. Even Ah Zhu and Ah Bi thought very lightly of him. Ever since he was young, he had been pampered and treated as a precious, beloved treasure by others. Within Dali, everyone from the Emperor on down felt that he was an extraordinary person. Even enemies had treated him thus; the Divine Crocodile, for example, had whole-heartedly wanted him to become his disciple. Jiumozhi, in expending so much effort to abduct him from Dali to Jiangnan, showed that he valued Duan Yu highly. And, of course, the young maidens such as Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing fell in love with him almost at first sight.

He had never before been looked down upon or treated as coldly as he had been today. Although they were polite to him, it was polite indifference. Within their hearts, young master Murong was naturally much more important to them than he was. Over the past few days, whenever someone even mentioned young master Murong’s name, a sensation would be created and everyone would become absorbed in listening closely. It seemed as though Wang Yuyan, Ah Zhu, Ah Bi, Bao Butong, and even this ‘elder brother Deng’, ‘second brother Gongye’, and ‘fourth brother Feng’ all lived for him.

Duan Yu had never before tasted the bitter fruit of envy or jealously. Now, as he was paddling a boat in middle of the lake all by his lonesome, it seemed to him as though young master Murong’s shadow appeared in the sky and was smirking at him. He seemed to hear young master Murong speak and ridicule him, saying, “Duan Yu, oh, Duan Yu. How can you ever compare to even a single strand of hair on my body? You are interested in my cousin, something which is like an insane shrimp of a toad being desirous of a heavenly swan. Isn’t this disgraceful and ludicrous?”

As his heart filled with anger, the strength with which he pulled at the oars increased as well. After rowing for about two hours, his powerful internal energy slowly began to come out. The more he rowed, the more vigorous he became, and the gloomy feeling in his heart slowly faded away as well. After rowing for two more hours, the night sky was slowly beginning to brighten. A small mountain peak appeared to the north, surrounded by clouds and mist. Approximating his current location, he decided that the ‘Waterside Pavilion of Fragrant Sounds’ and the ‘Pavilion of Zither Melodies’ were located to the east. All he had to do was keep rowing northwards, and he would not accidentally return to his place of origin.

But with each rowing motion, he felt an attachment and longing in his heart. He couldn’t prevent himself from thinking that with every meter the boat travelled, he was becoming a meter away from Wang Yuyan.

Close to noon, he arrived at the base of that small mountain peak. Going ashore, he asked the locals where he was, and was told that he had arrived at Mr. Maji [Maji means ‘Horse Tracks’], and was now very close to Wuxi.

He had seen the name ‘Wuxi’ before within a book. He knew that it was a large city that had become famous during the ‘Spring and Autumn’ period. He immediately returned to his boat and began rowing north again. After some time, he arrived at the city of Wuxi.

As he entered the city, he saw that pedestrians were hurry about here and there, giving an appearance of a bustling market. Compared to Dali, it had its own unique style. As he leisurely strolled about, he suddenly smelled something delicious. It was the smell of caramel and soy sauce mixed into cooked meat. He hadn’t eaten for quite some time and had spent the past few hours rowing a boat. He was famished, and immediately began to follow the delicious smell. After turning a cover, he saw a huge wine-house across the street. On its gold-lettered signboard were written the words, “The Pine and the Crane.” The shop sign itself was very aged, long since blackened by mist and smoke. But in contrast, the golden characters on it were gleaming and bright. The fragrant scent of wine and meat flowed out of the wine-house, and the chef’s chopping sounds mixed with the calls of the customers and the staff.

As he entered the place, a waiter came and greeted him. Duan Yu ordered a kettle of wine and four types of food to go with the wine. Leaning against the railing, he poured himself a few cups and began to drink. Suddenly, he felt cold and dreary. He couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh.

A large man sitting towards the west turned his head towards him. The man’s two eyes, radiating frozen lightning, flashed across Duan Yu’s face. Duan Yu saw that this person had an extremely large and tall physique, was thirty years or so of age, and wore an old grey gown that was already a bit tattered. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and broad lips, with a face that had the shape of the ‘Guo’ character. He looked as though he had endured many hardships, and when he turned around to look at Duan Yu, he displayed an aura of power and influence.

Duan Yu secretly praised, “What a man! He must be a fervent person from the northern nations of Yan and Zhao which are sung about in those elegies. Neither Jiangnan nor Dali can produce a person such as this. Bao Butong tooted his own horn about having a vigorous, heroic spirit. But only this man can be described as having a vigorous spirit and a heroic aura!” [Yan and Zhao are nations which existed during the Warring States period. They can roughly be approximated to be towards the north, near Beijing.]

On the big fellow’s table was a plate of cooked beef, a large bowl of soup, and two kettles of wine. Aside from those three, there was nothing else. Even in eating and drinking, he appeared to be very unrestrained and displayed a heroic spirit.

After glancing at Duan Yu a few times, that man turned his head back and went back to eating and drinking. Duan Yu was feeling a bit lonely and bored. Wanting to make a new friend, he called a server over. Pointing to the back of the big fellow, he said, “Put all of that gentleman’s things on my tab.”

Hearing Duan Yu give those instructions, the big fellow turned around and smiled. He nodded, but didn’t say anything. Duan Yu wanted to strike up a conversation with him and relieve his own sense of loneliness, but couldn’t find an appropriate way to begin.

After drinking three more cups of wine, Duan Yu heard the sound of footsteps on the stairway. Two men appeared from downstairs. One had a lame foot and propped himself up on a crutch, yet still walked very quickly. The other was an elder with a frowning, worried face. The two walked to the big fellow’s table, then very politely bowed towards him. The big fellow nodded, but did not stand up or return their salute. The man with a lame foot said in a low voice, “I have a report, elder brother. The other party has arranged for us to meet with them at the crack of dawn tomorrow, at the wayside pavilion of Mt. Hui.” The big fellow nodded, then said, “That’s a bit rushed.” The elder said, “I originally told them that we should meet up in three days time. But it seemed as though they knew that we haven’t gathered all our forces yet, ridiculing and mocking us. They said that if we don’t have the guts to face them, it’s fine if we don’t show up tomorrow.”

The big fellow said, “Fine. Send down the word for everyone to arrive at Mt. Hui at midnight tonight. We’ll get there first and wait for them there.” The two bowed, then left.

The three spoke in very quiet tones, and none of the other guests could hear what they were saying. But Duan Yu had abundant internal energy and very acute hearing. Although he did not intend to intentionally eavesdrop on them, he naturally overheard every single word. Intentionally or unintentionally, that big fellow glanced at Duan Yu yet again. He saw that Duan Yu’s head was lowered and he was looking away, as though he had overheard his words. Instantly, his twin eyes were filled with a ferocious light. He let out a deep ‘humph’. Startled, Duan Yu’s left hand quivered. With a cracking sound, the wine cup he was holding fell to the floor and shattered. That big fellow smiled. “Brother, why are you so nervous? Why don’t you come over and have a few cups with me?”

Duan Yu laughed. “Wonderful, wonderful!” He instructed the server to bring over his cup and his chopsticks, then moved to the big fellow’s table and asked him his name. The big fellow smirked, “Brother, why ask when you clearly already know the answer? There’s no need for us to rigidly stick to the proper forms. Won’t it be a wonderful thing for us to drink a few large bowls of wine now? Afterwards, when we are clearly divided as enemies, we won’t have the chance.” Duan Yu laughed. “Brother, it seems as though you’ve mistaken me for someone else, perhaps an enemy. However, I love to hear the words, ‘no need to rigidly stick to the proper forms’. Let’s drink!” Pouring a cup of wine, he drained it at one go.

That big fellow smiled. “Brother, you are easygoing and straightforward. But your wine-glass is too small.” He called out, “Bartender! Go bring me two large bowls and ten jin [five kilograms] worth of hard liquor!” Upon hearing the words, ‘ten jin worth of hard liquor’, the bartender and Duan Yu both jumped in shock. The bartender laughed, “Sir, will you be able to finish ten jin of hard liquor?” The big fellow pointed towards Duan Yu and said, “This gentleman is treating me. There’s no need for you to be concerned about saving me money! If ten jin aren’t enough, bring twenty jin!” Laughing, the bartender said, “Alright, alright!” After a short period of time, he brought out two large bowls and an enormous jug of liquor, placing them on the table.

The big fellow said, “Pour us two full bowls!” The bartender poured him two bowls as instructed. As he was pouring, Duan Yu felt the smell of the alcohol assault his nostrils, causing him to feel a bit uncomfortable. While in Dali, he would only drink a few cups of wine occasionally, and had never seen anyone drink like this. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his forehead. The big fellow laughed, “Why don’t the two of us start off by drinking ten bowls together. What do you think?”

Duan Yu saw that there was more than a hint of ridicule in the big fellow’s eyes. Normally, he would beg to be excused in this sort of situation and admit that he had very low tolerance for alcohol. But the previous night, he had been treated coldly and indifferently within the Waterside Pavilion of Fragrant Sounds. He also thought to himself, “This big fellow is most likely one of young master Murong’s people. If he isn’t big brother Deng or second brother Gongye, he’s probably fourth brother Feng. He’s already arranged to enter into a martial arts competition at Mt. Hui with his opponents, who must be either the Beggar’s Clan or the Western Xia’s ‘League of Elites’. Hmph, what’s so special about young master Murong? I refuse to be belittled and held in contempt by his underlings. At worst, I’ll drink myself to death. What’s the big deal?” He immediately puffed his chest out and loudly said, “I’ll risk my life and accompany a gentleman! If I forget myself and act improperly later while drunk, please don’t blame me, brother!” As he spoke, he lifted one of the bowls of liquor and gulped it down.

He drank down the entire bowl of wine in a fit of pique. Although Wang Yuyan wasn’t nearby, in Duan Yu’s mind, she might as well have been, as he considered himself competing with Murong Fu in drinking. He refused to admit defeat in front of the person he loved. Forget about merely drinking one large bowl of liquor; even if he had to drink a bowl full of poisoned wine, he would have downed it without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing how casually and straightforwardly Duan Yu was drinking, the big fellow was greatly surprised. Laughing loudly, he said, “Nicely done!” Lifting up his own bowl, he poured the liquor down his throat, then set it down and poured them two more bowls.

Duan Yu laughed, “Good stuff! Good stuff!” He let out a breath, then drained that bowl in one gulp as well. The big fellow drained his own bowl, then once again poured two more. Each bowl contained at least half a jin of liquor [a quarter kilogram!]. Duan Yu had just drank two jin, and felt as though a raging fire was burning his innards. His head was already becoming confused, but he thought to himself, “What’s so great about Murong Fu? What’s so special about him? How can I lose to one of his underlings?” Taking the third bowl of alcohol, he drained that one as well.

The big fellow saw that he had become totally wasted in the blink of an eye. He was secretly amused, and knew that after this third bowl, Duan Yu would collapse to the floor very shortly.

Even before he drank the third bowl, Duan Yu felt as though he was going to throw up. After this third bowl of liquor entered his belly, all his organs seemed to be in a state of turmoil and were writhing. He tightly closed his mouth, refusing to allow any of the alcohol he had just drunk come back out. Suddenly, his dantian vibrated, sending forth a gush of vigorous energy. He felt as though as though the internal energy in his body was agitated, akin to how he felt back at the Heavenly Dragon Monastery when he was unable to control his internal energy. Immediately, he used the technique his uncle had taught him and called that gush of internal energy back to his ‘Dazhui’ acupoint.

As it were, he had so much alcohol in his body that it was beginning to mix with his internal energy. Alcohol is something which has form and substance. Unlike internal energy, it could not hide itself within his acupoints. But Duan Yu had an easygoing disposition, and allowed his internal energy to naturally travel from his ‘Tianzong’ acupoint to his ‘Jianzhen’ acupoint, then travel to his left arm’s ‘Xiaohai’, ‘Zhizheng’, and ‘Yanglao’ acupoints, then through his left hand’s ‘Yanggu’, ‘Houhuo’, and ‘Qiangu’ acupoints, before rushing out of his pinky finger’s ‘Shaoze’ acupoint. The route which his internal energy travelled was precisely that of the Shaoze sword technique of the ‘Divine Sword of the Six Meridians’. Originally, the Shaoze sword technique was that of a vigorous, invisible sword qi. But at this moment, a stream of alcohol slowly and unhurriedly poured out of his little finger.

At first, Duan Yu didn’t notice this, but after a while, he began to feel sober. After realizing that alcohol was pouring from his little finger, he secretly cried out, “Extremely miraculous!” His left hand was pointing to the floor, and the big fellow didn’t pay it any attention. He just saw that while just moments ago, Duan Yu was so drunk that his eyes were closing, Duan Yu now seemed alert and vigorous. He couldn’t help but secretly feel amazed. Laughing, the big fellow said, “Brother, it seems you have quite some tolerance for alcohol! Not bad at all.” He poured two more bowls of wine.

Duan Yu laughed, “My capacity for wine is extraordinary because of your presence. As the saying goes, ‘When meeting with a bosom friend, a thousand cups of wine is still too few.’ I estimate that there are no more than twenty or so cups worth of wine in each bowl. In order to reach a thousand cups, we’ll still need to drink another forty or fifty bowls. I’m afraid I won’t be able to drink another fifty!” As he spoke, he drank the bowl of liquor in front of him, then immediately began to exercise his internal energy. He rested his left hand on top of the window railing next to their table, forcing the alcohol out from his pinky finger and causing it to flow down the wall. This was a perfect deception, which not even gods or devils could discern. In a short amount of time, he had forced out all of the four bowls worth of liquor from his body.

The big fellow saw that Duan Yu had just carelessly downed four large bowls of very potent liquor. He was extremely pleased, and said, “Wonderful, wonderful! When meeting with a bosom friend, a thousand cups of wine is still too few. Let me drink a few bowls first!” He immediately poured out two bowls of wine, then drank both of them in succession. Next, he poured two more bowls for Duan Yu. Duan Yu casually and cheerfully drank both while engaging him in conversation. It seemed as though he drank the hard liquor even more easily than others drank water and ate food.

Drinking in such a manner, the two of them astonished all of the other patrons of ‘The Pine and the Crane’. Even the kitchen cook and the fire-starters came out and surrounded them upstairs, watching as they drank.

The big fellow said, “Bartender! Bring me twenty more jin of liquor!” The bartender stuck out his tongue in disbelief. He too was caught up in the excitement of it and did not try to dissuade him this time. He left, and when he returned, he brought back another huge vase of liquor with him.

Duan Yu traded bowls with the big fellow, one after the other. In the time it takes to eat a meal, they drank over thirty big bowls of liquor.

Duan Yu knew that he was playing a deceitful trick with his little finger. The alcohol would simply cycle through his body then immediately pour out from his finger. It could be said that his alcohol tolerance was inexhaustible and infinite. But that big fellow had drank over thirty bowls worth, based purely on actual ability. And yet, he still seemed utterly composed, neither batting an eye nor displaying the slightest hint of intoxication. Duan Yu secretly felt great admiration for him. At first, he viewed the big fellow with animosity, thinking him one of young master Murong’s people. But now, seeing his bold and heroic air, his regal, heroic spirit, Duan Yu couldn’t help but cherish the man. He thought to himself, “If we continue competing like this, it’s impossible for me to lose, but if this fellow keeps drinking the way we are now, he’ll invariably damage his health.” As they reached their fourtieth bowl, he said, “My dear brother, we’ve drunk about forty bowls by now, right?”

The big fellow laughed, “Brother, it seems you are still very sober and clear-headed! You’re still able to keep clear count.” Duan Yu laughed, “Both of us have met our match today. I think it won’t be easy for either of us to claim victory. But if we keep on drinking in such a manner, I’m afraid I won’t have enough money to pay for it!” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an embroidered pouch. As he tossed it onto the table, a light clinking sound could be heard. Clearly, he didn’t have too much money in his pouch. Duan Yu had been abducted by Jiumozhi from Dali, and didn’t have the chance to bring any possessions. The bag was embroidered with silver and gold thread; clearly, it was a rare and precious object. But at a glance, one could tell that it wasn’t filled with very much.

As soon as he saw it, the big fellow began to laugh loudly. He withdrew an ingot of silver from his own pouch, tossing it onto the table. Grabbing Duan Yu by the hand, he said, “Let’s go!”

Duan Yu was very happy. While he was in Dali, it was hard for him to make any real friends, due to him being the young prince. Today, he had become friends with this fellow, not because of his scholarly knowledge, nor because of his martial arts, but purely because of his fictitious drinking ability. This was something rare and strange indeed!

After going downstairs, the big fellow began walking faster and faster. After leaving the city gates, his steps grew larger and larger still as he rushed down the street. Duan Yu gathered his energy then ran alongside him, shoulder to shoulder. Although Duan Yu did not know martial arts, he had an extremely abundant reservoir of internal energy. This sort of quick movement was nothing to him at all. That big fellow glanced at him, then smiled. “Great. Let’s see who is faster.” Immediately, he upped his speed, starting to run.

After running for but a few steps, Duan Yu tripped and almost fell because he was moving too hurriedly. Only after taking a staggering step leftwards did he steady himself. This step happened to be one of the movements of the ‘Graceful Steps Upon the Waves’. By unintentionally using this movement, he actually gained a meter or two. Secretly elated, the next step he took was also based on the ‘Graceful Steps Upon the Waves’, at which point he caught up to the big fellow. The two travelled forwards, shoulder to shoulder. The wind whistled past them as they flew past all the trees by their side.

When he was learning the ‘Graceful Steps Upon the Waves’, Duan Yu didn’t have any intention of competing in speed with anybody. Now, he was like an arrowed nocked onto a taut bow; he didn’t have any choice but to be shot out. All he could do was to do his utmost; he didn’t actually have any intention to outdo the big fellow. All he did was move in accordance to the footwork he learned while using his incomparably deep internal energy. He no longer cared at all as to whether that big fellow was in front of him or behind him.

The big fellow lengthened his strides, moving faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, he far outpaced Duan Yu. But if he took the slightest of breathers, Duan Yu would immediately catch up to him. Glancing at him askance, the big fellow saw that Duan Yu’s movements were natural and unrestrained, as though he were taking a stroll within a courtyard. There wasn’t a single bit of a forced aura to his footwork. He secretly admired Duan Yu. Adding more force to his steps, he once more left Duan Yu behind, but very shortly Duan Yu once again caught up to him. After trying this out a few times, the big fellow realized that Duan Yu’s internal energy was extremely vigorous, greater than that of his own. It wouldn’t be too hard for him to outrace Duan Yu in a ten-li long race, but if the race continued for thirty or forty li, it would be very difficult for a victor to be determined. If the race reached sixty li, he would definitely lose. Laughing loudly, he came to a stop and said, “Young master Murong, today I, Qiao Feng, submit to you! Gusu’s Murong family really lives up to its name!”

Duan Yu rushed past him a few steps, but immediately turned around and came back. Hearing the man address him as ‘young master Murong’, he hurriedly replied, “My name is Duan Yu. Brother, you’ve mistaken me for someone else!”

The big fellow looked astonished. “What? You…you aren’t Murong Fu, young master Murong?”

Duan Yu smiled. “Every day since my arrival in Jiangnan, I have heard of young master Murong’s famous name. I admire him very highly, but to this day I haven’t had the good fortune of meeting him.” He thought to himself, “If this fellow misrecognized me as Murong Fu, then clearly he isn’t one of his people.” When he came to this realization, he felt all the more warmly towards the man, and asked, “Brother, would your surname, then, be Qiao, and your given name be Feng?”

The look of shock had not disappeared from the fellow’s face. He said, “Just so. I am Qiao Feng.” Duan Yu said, “Your humble brother, I, am a person from Dali. It is my great fortune to be able to make friends with such a hero as yourself during this trip to Jiangnan.” Qiao Feng muttered to himself, “Oh, so you are a scion of Dali’s Duan lineage. No wonder, no wonder. Brother Duan, what important business brings you to Jiangnan?”

Duan Yu replied, “It’s a bit embarrassing to explain. Your humble brother was captured and brought here by an enemy.” He immediately gave a brief explanation of how he was kidnapped by Jiumozhi, how he met two of Murong Fu’s servant girls, etc. Although he only briefly summarize the long story, he didn’t hold anything back at all, nor did he try to conceal any of the humiliating things which had happened to him.

After hearing his story, Qiao Feng was both astonished and pleased. He said, “Brother Duan, you are an extremely straightforward and honest man. I’ve never met anyone like you. Although we’ve just met, I feel as though you are an old friend. What say you and I become sworn blood brothers?” Overjoyed, Duan Yu replied, “That is more than I can wish for.” They compared their ages. Qiao Feng was eleven years older than Duan Yu; naturally, he assumed the rank of elder brother. They immediately built a mound of dirt, stuck in a few sticks of incense, then kowtowed eight times towards heaven. Qiao Feng addressed Duan Yu as ‘worthy junior brother’, and Duan Yu addressed him as ‘elder brother’. Both of them were extremely pleased.

Duan Yu replied, “At ‘The Pine and the Crane’, I secretly overheard you, elder brother, talk about an appointment you’ve made with an enemy for tonight. Although your humble brother doesn’t know any martial arts, I’d still like to go check out the fun. Elder brother, will you agree to this?”

Qiao Feng interrogated him for a bit and learned he really didn’t know any martial arts at all. He couldn’t help but click his tongue in astonishment. “Worthy brother, with your incredible cultivation of internal energy, learning first-class martial arts would be as easy as taking an item out of a bag. You would face no difficulties at all. With regards to the battle tonight, there’s no reason why you cannot come with us to watch. Only, I’m worried that that enemy will use vicious and sinister techniques. Worthy brother, do not reveal your presence no matter what.” Duan Yu happily replied, “Naturally, I’ll listen to your orders, elder brother.” Laughing, Qiao Feng said, “It’s still early. Why don’t we two brothers go back to Wuxi and drink for a while longer before going to Mt. Hui.” Hearing him say that he wanted to go back and drink even more wine, Duan Yu was shocked. He said, “Elder brother, when I was competing with you in drinking, I was actually deceiving you. Please don’t blame me.” He immediately explained how he purged the alcohol from his system via the ‘Shaoze’ acupoint. Astonished, Qiao Feng said, “Brother, this…is this the outstanding skill, the ‘Divine Sword of the Six Meridians’?” Duan Yu replied, “Precisely so. I learned it not too long ago, and am very unskilled with it.”

Qiao Feng was stunned for some time, then sighed, “My master once told me that there is a legend in the martial world that Dali’s Duan family possesses a technique known as the ‘Divine Sword of the Six Meridians,’ which uses invisible sword qi to kill people. No one knows if this is true or not. So such a divine art actually exists in the world.”

Duan Yu replied, “Actually, aside from using it to compete with you in drinking, this skill isn’t very useful. I was kidnapped by that monk, Jiumozhi, and wasn’t able to defend myself at all. The people of the world overstate and exaggerate the strength of this ‘Divine Sword of the Six Meridians’. Elder brother, alcohol is very harmful to the body. You need to know when and where to stop. Today, I think it’s best if we don’t go drinking again.” Qiao Feng laughed loudly. “Worthy brother, your advice is wise. Only, your foolish elder brother has a body like an ox. Ever since I was young, I loved to drink alcohol. The more I drink, the more energetic I get. Tonight, we are about to confront a major opponent. I need to drink a lot of hard liquor before going there and mixing it up with them.” As the two spoke, they returned to Wuxi. This time, they were not competing in speed, and the two of them casually strolled back in, shoulder to shoulder.

Overjoyed at having made such a good friend, Duan Yu felt extremely elated. Nonetheless, he still constantly thought about Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan. After casually chatting for a while, he couldn’t help but ask, “Elder brother, earlier you misrecognized me as young master Murong. Can it be that I look somewhat similar to him?”

Qiao Feng replied, “I’ve long heard of the fame of Gusu’s Murong family. I have come to Jiangnan on their account. I hear that Murong Fu has a handsome, learned appearance, and is about twenty eight or twenty nine years old. He’s several years older than you, but I could not believe that aside from Murong Fu, there could be another handsome young man with such impressive martial arts. Thus, I mistook you for him. I’m very embarrassed.”

Hearing him say that Murong Fu was a handsome young man with impressive martial arts, Duan Yu felt an uncomfortable sourness in his heart. He asked, “Elder brother, have you come from afar to make friends with him?”

Qiao Feng let out a sigh, and a downcast expression appeared on his face