When Yang Fei called out "Mistress," Shou Jing Gong immediately beamed with delight.

He slapped Yang Fei on the shoulder with a smile.

"A promising student, I'll leave this matter to you."

"My mistress and I have many important things to do, don't trouble us with these trivial matters."

Li Chunniang's willow-leaf eyebrows slanted upwards.

"You old rascal, are you saying Xiao Xuanya's safety is a trivial matter? What's your intention?"

Shou Jing Gong, caught up in his moment of pride, realized he had misspoken and panicked.

"Chunniang, don't misunderstand, I meant that the trivial matter of Xuan Ying Pavilion is hardly worth mentioning."

"Yang Fei can easily handle them with a flick of his little finger, no need for us to get involved."

Seeing his fawning smile, almost obsequious, Li Chunniang remembered how this sly old fellow had fought the Great Elder of Xuan Ying Pavilion to the death for her. Her anger gradually subsided again.

She gave Shou Jing Gong a sidelong glance and cursed.

"You old fool, who said we have things to do together?"

Shou Jing Gong, keen as ever, saw the change in her expression and instantly understood.

He grinned and supported Li Chunniang's shoulder.

"I hear the beaches of Hawaii have great sunshine and fresh air, very effective for healing internal injuries."

"I've already bought two plane tickets. Shall we leave tonight or tomorrow morning?"

Li Chunniang shook off Shou Jing Gong's hand and spat.

"Hawaii? Have you even asked me if I want to go?"

She turned to Yang Fei with a indifferent expression.

"Xiao Xuanya is in your hands now. She is the chief of the Blood-Clothing Eighteen Floors."

"You handle things there from now on. We should all be retiring."

With that, Li Chunniang turned and walked away.

Shou Jing Gong was still in a daze, and Li Chunniang turned back to glare at him.

"Aren't we going to Hawaii? What are you standing around for?"

Shou Jing Gong, overjoyed to the point of confusion, finally snapped back to reality.

He stammered, "Chunniang, you... you agreed?"

"Don't be stupid, you old fool!"

She gave him one more glare before walking away.

The glance did not escape either Yang Fei or Shou Jing Gong.

In her cold eyes, there was a barely detectable hint of a smile.

The icy Queen of Assassins was acting like a lovesick little girl.

Overjoyed, Shou Jing Gong grabbed Yang Fei in a hug.

The old guy gave Yang Fei a forceful kiss on the cheek, laughing heartily.

"Little Bird Yang, I scored a date with the chick, did you hear? She agreed!"

Yang Fei was left covered in goosebumps and feeling creepy from the old guy's kiss.

He quickly wriggled free from Shou Jing Gong's embrace.

"Congratulations, Master. I wish you a long and happy marriage with Mistress, many children, harmony and prosperity..."

Yang Fei endlessly spouted blessings, making Shou Jing Gong laugh heartily.

Shou Jing Gong pounded Yang Fei on the chest. "Good, I'll be taking a vacation with your Mistress."

"For the Xuan Ying Pavilion mission, just report my name if you run into trouble."

"After all, your Master used to be the Martial God..."

At that point, Shou Jing Gong seemed to realize something and abruptly halted.

Hearing him mention "Martial God," Yang Fei's heart skipped a beat.

A vague but imposing figure flashed through his mind.

As if someone very close and important was hidden deep in his memory.

With Shou Jing Gong's words, a small part of this hidden memory surfaced.

Yang Fei slowly lifted his head, staring intently at Shou Jing Gong with a confused look.

"Master, what did you mean by Martial God?"

Shou Jing Gong pretended not to hear.

He stared at the wall behind Yang Fei, his eyes glued to a spot.

The old guy seemed to want to burn a hole through that spot with his gaze.

But Yang Fei kept his eyes locked on Shou Jing Gong, breathing heavily.

Shou Jing Gong suddenly pointed at the wall, "Hey, is that fly riding another fly? What are they doing?"

"Disgraceful, in broad daylight."

Yang Fei knew Shou Jing Gong's tricks well and didn't turn around.

He kept his eyes firmly locked on the old guy, unblinking.

"Master, what is your relationship to the Martial God?"

"I feel that the Martial God is not just a legend, but someone with whom I share an extremely close connection."

Hearing Yang Fei mention the Martial God, Shou Jing Gong's expression turned odd.

He trembled at the corners of his mouth, his expression flickering between joy and sorrow.

As if he wanted to cry out loud or burst into laughter.

Yang Fei grew even more perplexed, but heard Shou Jing Gong say each word clearly.

"At this point, I have to tell you the truth, actually, I am your long-lost biological father."

"What did you say?"

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck Yang Fei's head.

Yang Fei's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Shou Jing Gong.

Taking advantage of Yang Fei's stunned state.

The old guy swiftly opened the door and rushed off, as quick as a phantom.

Yang Fei snapped back to his senses and immediately cursed.

"Damn you, old bastard, have you no shame?"

From below the stairs came Shou Jing Gong's triumphant voice.

"No shame, so what, Little Bird Yang, come bite me if you can!"

Yang Fei yanked open the door.

He saw the old guy dash out of the hall entrance like a shot.

Two security guards lunged at him but missed.

The two guards collided and fell, rolling on the ground.

The lobby manager's voice echoed from afar.

"Someone skipped the bill! Security, security, go chase them!"

Standing at the third-floor room entrance, Yang Fei was flabbergasted.

He didn't believe a word the old guy said.

"Is the Martial God a person or an organization? Why do I feel so strange?"

Yang Fei was full of doubts.

He resolved that next time he saw the old guy, he would immediately pin him down.

Flick his forehead a hundred times if needed, he would make him spill out his missing memories.

Fan Yi appeared quietly behind Yang Fei, sighing sympathetically.

"Brother Fei, let's go back, Sister Xueyi must be waiting."

Yang Fei turned around and blankly stared at Fan Yi.

"Fan Yi, what was I like before I joined the army?"

Fan Yi shook his head.

"From the Fierce Tiger Special Combat Team to joining Evil Dragon, you were already our captain and Chief Instructor."

"We learned martial arts, sniping from you."

"At that time, you were a god in our eyes, mastering sniping, stealth, poisoning, explosives."

"Your martial arts foundation was beyond what anyone imagined. Any martial skill, fist technique."

"You could identify its origin, key points, and even its countermeasures with just one look. Sometimes we even doubted if you were human."

Yang Fei scratched his head in frustration.

"Stop flattering the instructor."

"I just want to know if any of you have seen my records?"

"Or do you know where I came from, where my home is?"

Fan Yi shook his head again.

"Sorry, instructor, your rank was too high, we couldn't access your information."

"And no one ever talked about your background."

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