All of this was still based on Lan Xue holding back. Otherwise, it would not have been as simple as dislocated joints. Although Lan Xue's soul power was not yet refined enough to shatter every bone in his body without killing him, the agony of having his entire body dislocated was even harder to endure. Even if he recovered later, hidden injuries would remain.
Just then, a series of footsteps sounded, gradually drawing closer.
"The madam at that brothel said Bu Le brought a little girl this way. That bastard isn't keeping some exceptional prize all to himself, is he?" The speaker had a rich, magnetic voice—a standard baritone. If one only heard his voice, it would likely hold irresistible appeal for women over thirty.
"That guy insisted on acting alone, and now we have to come looking for him. Old Goose, the place you picked today wasn't bad. Especially that little girl in stockings—just looking at her made my mouth water." If the first voice had been incomparably pleasant, the second was its complete opposite, hoarse as the cry of a drake. Coupled with the lewd content, it immediately gave one the sickening sensation of falling into a swarm of flies.
Hearing those two voices, half-conscious Bu Le suddenly perked up. Fortunately, his jaw had not been dislocated. Urging the little soul power he could barely gather, he forced himself to shout, "Old Goose, Tianya, I'm here."
The two people who had been chatting abruptly fell silent. Accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, two figures soon arrived before Bu Le.
"Y-you're Bu Le?" the pleasant baritone said in disbelief. By the moonlight, they could see that this man was tall, with broad, sturdy shoulders. His long hair was somewhat messy, yet carried a wild air. Most striking were