Chapter 1402: Chapter 1403 An Yiqing Breaks the Formation (3)
She had long anticipated that life would be difficult after Chiang Yu returned. The suspicion from Long Zaitian and the Shao Brothers would only deepen. Even if he just ate or took a breath, they would perceive it as intentional.
Winking subtly at Chiang Yu, An Yiqing said no more and glanced at Long Zaitian, who was still resting with his eyes closed, and internally gave him a fierce eye-roll.
"Sect Leader Long, if you haven’t slept well, you might as well go back and rest. I understand that people of your age can’t take too much strain. Don’t push yourself; I have plenty of time and can wait."
Long Zaitian’s face stiffened, and he abruptly opened his eyes. His sharp gaze, as cold as a blade, shot towards An Yiqing.
An Yiqing did not flinch. She faced Long Zaitian’s assault calmly. Their gazes met in the air, and in an instant, sparks flew, and tensions flared, making everyone around from the Xuanqing Sect feel a stifling sensation in the air.
After a prolonged stare-down, Long Zaitian was the first to look away. His expression was somewhat unsightly; it was evident that his initial confrontation with An Yiqing had ended in his defeat.
"Miss An is truly an extraordinary young hero; no wonder you have caused such chaos in Jinyin City."
"You flatter me! Sect Leader Long, you are still vigorous despite age. No matter how much trouble I cause, you are still very much alive and well," An Yiqing chuckled softly, her nonchalant demeanor a stark contrast to the sullen Long Zaitian.
Long Zaitian’s face darkened as he coldly snorted, "Miss An, you are certainly sharp-tongued. I hope your skills match your words! Since everything is ready, let us begin!"
Having said that, Long Zaitian waved his hand and turned to head toward the training ground.
"Sect Leader Long, wait a moment!"
Long Zaitian paused and turned to look at An Yiqing, who stood motionless in her place, "What is it? Does Miss An have any final instructions?"
An Yiqing ignored Long Zaitian’s barbed remark. She took the kraft paper bag handed to her by Zhang Yufeng, "Since we’re placing a bet, we must adhere to the rules. Inside are the terms of the wager, written in black and white: If I win, Military Advisor Chiang becomes mine; if I lose, I will not pursue this matter with the Xuanqing Sect. What do you think, Sect Leader Long? If there’s no issue, let’s sign!"
Under An Yiqing’s gaze, Long Zaitian quickly browsed through the document. After confirming there were no issues, he signed his name with a flourish.
"Sect Leader Long is indeed straightforward!" An Yiqing took advantage of the situation with a compliment, quickly signing her name on the two copies of the contract.
"Miss An, is there anything else? If not, please proceed!" Long Zaitian was in no mood for pleasantries with An Yiqing, snorting coldly as he left with a flick of his sleeve.
An Yiqing laughed softly, not at all annoyed by Long Zaitian’s unfriendly demeanor. As she was leaving, she lightly remarked, "Sect Leader Long’s age matches the peak of menopause—for cases like this, where emotions are unstable, eating more bird’s nest and jujubes might help."
An Yiqing’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was definitely clear enough for everyone in the Xuanqing Sect to hear. They all lowered their heads and shook their shoulders, trying hard to suppress their bubbling laughter.
In the Xuanqing Sect training ground, it was now completely cleared, leaving only Long Zaitian, the Shao Brothers, Chiang Yu, and the Xuanqing Sect’s veteran elders present.
An Yiqing stood in the center of the training ground in a white tracksuit, her slender figure resembling a tall, sturdy pine—resilient and steadfast.
"Bring out the Eighteen Golden Figures Formation!"