"Never mind, then." Chu Qingmeng slumped back down onto the table in the pavilion. "They still have official duties to handle, and besides, they're getting a bit old. I doubt they'd be any good at martial arts now, would they?"
"..." Feiying didn't reply. You could certainly teach them, but—well, Wenzhong's martial arts were forged on a knife's edge, and his own were honed through the bloody tortures of the Shadow Guard Camp. So the two young masters probably wouldn't amount to much. After all, Master was just talking; she didn't really have the heart to let the boys suffer.
Yet Mo Liujin seemed to have had the exact same idea, which was why he had told Shuangcheng to bring Hui Wenzhong over to train his two sons. But just as Chu Qingmeng had pointed out, they had official duties to attend to, so the training was limited to two hours daily, from the start of the Yin hour to the start of the Chen hour. Even if it only improved their skills a little bit, Mo Liujin's expectations weren't high.
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