"Mm, what happened?" Seeing that he was not joking, Song Changsheng immediately grew serious.
Zhu Yiqun's facial features scrunched into a knot. With a sigh, he said, "Isn't it all because of that old man of mine? He flew too high and lived too wildly when he was young, offending far too many people. A few days ago, an enemy came knocking and fought him.
Although the old man was a cut above him and drove that man back, the news leaked out. Now the people coming to seek revenge have been coming one after another without end. During this period, I've practically been fleeing for my life.
A few days ago, the old man couldn't hold on any longer and said he was going out to lie low for a period of time. That heartless old bastard left me behind all alone. I hid for several days, and only after realizing no one was looking to cause me trouble did I dare come to the Market to meet you."
Zhu Yiqun had practically squeezed that last part out through clenched teeth. Clearly, he had been angered badly.
"Your old man is?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. The old man is my Master. I grew up with him from childhood."
"To be able to train a disciple like Brother Zhu, your master must surely be a reclusive master of great ability." Song Changsheng said with a smile, giving a cupped fist salute.
"At most, he's only as capable as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Aside from treating that broken sword of his like treasure all day, he basically never cared about me. Speaking of it makes me angry. Forget it, let's not mention that dead old man. You said you were looking for me—what is it?"
"First, I wanted to