Lu Chengwen finally let out a breath of relief. Thank heavens, he had survived.
He wiped away his tears, nodded gratefully, and slowly backed away.
Medicine Elder said, "Ah... well... Lu Chengwen really is Tiangang's disciple. Tiangang founded a sect and took three disciples. His eldest disciple is Long Aotian, and his second disciple is Lu Chengwen. There's also some kid named Zhao Ritian or something. Ah, it's all a mess anyway."
Immortal Elder Nanji added, "As Yan Zhao Sect's Second Disciple, Cheng Wen may be somewhat mischievous, glib-tongued, vain, lecherous, eccentric in manner, rude in conduct, and prone to fence-sitting... but at his core... he is very rich."
Lu Chengwen nodded.
Why, thank you so much.
Fishing Elder said, "Don't judge him just because he isn't wearing pants. He usually wears them. He only takes them off now and then when he's chasing girls. Cheng Wen, isn't that right?"
Why the hell did you have to bring that up? Showing me off?
Lu Chengwen said awkwardly, "Actually, I rarely chase girls..."
The Patriarchs exchanged glances, while Jiang Shang felt rather stifled.
This whole affair had been bizarre. Lu Chengwen was the root of the trouble, yet the Five Old Men had completely suppressed everything, leaving him unable to do a thing. Wouldn't that make the Jiang Family look utterly powerless?
At that moment, Feng Gong saw it. Huh? Singing could spare someone from death?
He cleared his throat, stepped forward, and sang to Jiang Shang, "Love—and loyalty—"
Jiang Shang glared, flung his sleeve, and snapped, "Get the fuck out of here!"
Feng Gong was instantly hurled more than ten meters away. He hit the stone floor with a smack and spat out blood.
Jiang Shang pointed at him. "Lock up this filthy, disgusting thing! A lackey who stirs up