Ming Disha blocked a palm strike, and his chest felt a little tight.
That old bastard's gotten stronger!
But at the same time, a familiar surge of true qi appeared.
A short, stout old man landed with a bang.
Chou Baihen was utterly shocked!
The old man kept his head lowered, a bamboo hat covering it.
Yet even without seeing his face, Chou Baihen could never mistake him. The absurdly powerful man before him was the one who had killed him all those years ago.
Zhao Ritian was still crying. "Cheng Wen! Hurry up and leave! Don't worry about us! It can't be helped—we'll be brothers again in the next life. Um... fine, at a time like this, I don't care about losing face anymore! Honestly, I think... you're someone worth being friends with. I've already considered you a brother!"
Lu Chengwen watched the developments over there and nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, yeah, got it. Stop talking and look, look, look."
Zhao Ritian raised his head, two streams of tears carving little rivers down his face.
"Cheng Wen! Even though it's annoying how you chase women everywhere, and I've always felt you lacked Heroic Spirit, at plenty of crucial moments, you've still been a real man. Of course, Long Aotian doesn't count, but sometimes he does look pretty manly too."
Long Aotian looked at him. "Shut up. Look over there."
Zhao Ritian turned his head, but he couldn't see.
The spot where he had been "unearthed" from happened to block his view of Fishing Old Man.
Fishing Old Man removed his bamboo hat and casually tossed it. Whoosh—it landed over Zhao Ritian's head.
Zhao Ritian cursed loudly. "Which bastard is messing with me!?"
Fishing Old Man said, "Idiot, shut up."
Zhao Ritian was overjoyed. "Master!?"
Ming Disha suddenly crawled out. "Fuck!