Lu Chengwen headed back with two Close Guards.
Halfway there, he heard an angry roar from the left, deep within the forest:
"My pills! This old man's pills! Ah—! You thief who stole my pills, if I catch you, I'll tear you to pieces!"
The voice sounded somewhat familiar to Lu Chengwen, but he could not remember who it was. Still, it sounded as though someone had lost their pills.
Zhuge Xiaohua and Hua Xuening heard it as well and both looked at Lu Chengwen.
Zhuge Xiaohua said, "Master, it sounds like some poor fellow lost his pills."
Lu Chengwen shrugged. "It has nothing to do with us. Let's go."
Zhuge Xiaohua suddenly became alert and whispered, "Master!"
The three immediately held their breath. A gale swept overhead, and a figure shot past with a whoosh.
Jiang Xiaohu faced Jiang Xiaohou with a calm expression.
"Father wants you to return."
Jiang Xiaohou leaned on her long saber. "I haven't had enough fun yet."
Jiang Xiaohu said, "There's no future for you and him. The Jiang Family will never approve of someone like Lu Chengwen."
"Do you know what kind of person he is?"
"Trash."
Jiang Xiaohou said, "He isn't trash. The Jiang Family isn't the only one protecting the world, and martial artists aren't the only ones protecting ordinary people. What Lu Chengwen does has meaning."
"So what? He's just a businessman, a businessman driven by profit. If Lu Chengwen dies, others will do the same things. The world will keep turning."
"If the Jiang Family disappeared, other families would take over what the Jiang Family does. What's the difference?"
"You're comparing the Jiang Family to a crooked businessman?"
"Is the Jiang Family really that great?"
Jiang Xiaohu grew angry. "Stop being so willful! We indulged you no matter