Who Is the Real Bad Peach Blossom

Grace bit her lip and stayed silent.

Evan Xiao stepped outside and saw Leon Zane and Bianca Whitefan approaching.

"Back so soon?" Evan Xiao asked, his expression unchanged. "Bianca, did you finish the talismans?"

"My senior kept rushing me, I haven’t slept for days," Bianca Whitefan grumbled, shooting Leon Zane a disgruntled look. "They're done."

"What was the rush?" Evan Xiao asked Leon Zane.

"You’re seriously asking me?" Leon Zane complained, clearly frustrated. "You just showed up and then disappeared!

Raina’s been hounding me every day, asking why you left so quickly.

Is it because you’ve been bewitched by some wild peach blossom?

I tell her no, but honestly... I feel guilty!

There’s clearly a huge bad peach blossom messing with your head! And she’s my own sister!

If I admit there is, she’ll flip the whole place upside down!

I’m suffering here—how could I not rush Bianca to hurry up?

"Imperial Advisor!" Suddenly, someone walked out from the inner room. "May I ask, who exactly is this 'bad peach blossom' you’re talking about?"

"Ah!" Leon Zane gasped. "Why are you here too?"

"Imperial Advisor, who is the bad peach blossom?"

Leon glanced at Evan Xiao, his eyes flickering nervously.

"Grace, just ignore him!" Bianca Whitefan said from the side. "Raina is his little sister. She’s always chased after the General since they were kids, but our General only ever saw her as a sister."

"Chased after him since childhood? Sister?" Grace looked at Evan Xiao. "Didn’t you say you never had a childhood sweetheart? Didn’t you say you only cared about cultivation?"

Evan Xiao was silent for a moment, then looked at Leon Zane. "Explain."

"Huh?" Leon Zane felt totally wronged, gritting his teeth as he looked at Grace. "You’re the real bad peach blossom!"

Suddenly, a streak of red light shot out, pointing straight at the tip of Leon Zane’s nose.

It was Grace’s sword.

"Leon Zane! I challenge you to a duel!" Grace pronounced each word clearly.

Leon Zane’s eyes crossed, staring at the sword tip inches from his nose. He kept tugging at Evan Xiao’s sleeve, "Look at her! Look at her! Aren’t you going to do something?"

Evan Xiao calmly pulled his sleeve back and even patted it, saying unhurriedly, "Anyone who dares to duel is a true warrior."

"What’s that supposed to mean? You want someone who’s not even third rank to duel a fifth-rank spirit cultivator?"

"Did I 'make' you do it? Aren’t you the one who asked for this?"

Leon Zane: "..."

"I’ll count to three. Either duel me, or tell me clearly—am I really a bad peach blossom?" Grace was obviously bullying him. "Three, two..."

"Okay, okay! You’re not a bad peach blossom! You and the General are a match made in heaven, alright?"

"No way!"

"What else do you want?"

"Say it loud and clear—your sister is the bad peach blossom!"

"My sister is—"

The sword tip moved even closer to his nose, and Leon Zane’s voice cut off abruptly.

"Are you going to say it or not? If not, we duel!"

Leon Zane took a deep breath: "My sister is the bad peach blossom! You, Grace Zhu, are the General’s perfect match!"

Grace smiled, sheathed her Scarlet Sky Sword, and mischievously blew on the blade.

Leon Zane cursed inwardly, 'Just wait till I get my cultivation back, I’ll squash you flat with one tail!'

Brat!

Maybe his resentment was too strong, because Evan Xiao glanced at him.

Leon Zane immediately took a deep breath and pretended to look philosophical out the window. "The snow’s lovely today. How about we have some barbecue and plum wine later—huh?"

Leon Zane suddenly exclaimed, pointing outside, "Hey, why is there smoke over there?"