Business Deal

"Ah—"

The screams echoed through the desolate valley, lingering without end. Only after a long while did trembling groans finally rise.

I'm starting to miss Chu Liang...

"If we hadn't tried to play tricks on him, even if we still couldn't beat Crimson Cotton Peak, we could've lived like wealthy men off the dividends. Why suffer out here?"

"Father..."

Half his body covered in blood, Huyan Bin was miserably tied to a thorn-covered pillar nearby, chattering on without pause.

Though Huyan Dong had also been sealed away for a long time, his robes were still fairly neat. Perhaps the Mang Mountain Gang knew that, as a great cultivator of the seventh realm, even if his combat strength was not particularly outstanding, his Dao heart would certainly be steadfast. Their methods could not shake him, so they simply had not laid a hand on him.

Instead, they had focused wholeheartedly on tormenting Huyan Bin.

It could be said they had practically beaten this son into looking like a grandson.

Huyan Dong's seniority had painlessly risen by a generation.

"Such are the struggles of this world: the victor becomes king, the loser becomes bandit; the weak are meat and the strong eat. Once you throw yourself into the game, how can it be so easy to withdraw with your whole body intact?" Huyan Dong narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression cold. "If we could not defeat Crimson Cotton Peak, there would still have been countless claws behind them eager to tear us apart. The Mang Mountain Gang are merely one of the more barbaric groups. Falling into their hands is a calamity that father and son were fated to face."

"It's definitely my calamity. You still eat well and sleep well, though..." Huyan Bin's face grew even more mournful.

"Because you are