Lu Chengwen looked at Ming Disha.
"Martial Uncle, for once, I managed to get a little ahead of you."
Ming Disha said, "You can't be softhearted! Don't learn from your master, always saying this won't do and that won't do. When it's time to act, act."
Ming Disha turned around. "Old Villain! Don't worry, leave your son to me! As long as I still draw breath, I'll definitely help you find him!"
Li Hao narrowed his eyes. "What were you muttering about just now?"
Ming Disha walked up to Li Hao. "I said, Old Villain, how about this? Help me with something, and once it's done, I guarantee I'll bring your son right to you. The Jiang Family has a youngest daughter, what was she called... some title about beautiful legs, jade feet, and being cheap. Capture her and let her serve as my martial nephew's cultivation furnace. We trade the furnace for your son."
Li Hao looked at Ming Disha. "Duke Disha, all these years... did you suffer some kind of blow?"
Ming Disha froze. "Wow, why are you talking like that? You seem awfully clear-headed!"
Li Hao pointed at Jiang Yuanshu. "Isn't that Jiang Yuanshu?"
Ming Disha looked over. Jiang Yuanshu stood not far away, ashamed and furious, her face red as a branding iron.
Her eyes were burning with rage!
Ming Disha blinked. "This is... Beautiful Legs, Jade Feet, and Cheap..."
"It's Fragrant-Footed Beautiful Sword!" Jiang Yuanshu corrected angrily.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Ming Disha gave her a thorough once-over, then leaned close to Lu Chengwen. "Damn, someone beat us to it. This girl has no virtue. Before she was even married off, she'd already been used. Damn it, wonder which bastard got so lucky."
Lu Chengwen looked at Ming Disha. "Me."
Ming Disha froze. "When the hell