Wen Xun made his way through the crowd, but he didn't see the familiar figure he noticed a while ago. Now he was by the river, where there were few people, and finally saw the scholar holding an umbrella.
"Stop!"
Wen Xun flew forward, grabbed the scholar's shoulder, and turned him around.
Duan Feixue was startled, stammering, "Is there... something you need?"
He's just an ordinary person without any cultivation.
Wen Xun asked coldly, "Where is the young lady who was with you?"
"What young lady?" Duan Feixue was puzzled, "Mighty warrior, you must have mistaken me for someone else?"
Wen Xun said, "I didn't mistake you. You were clearly walking with a young lady before, and you even held an umbrella for her!"
