"Then hurry along, Senior Brother."
Fang Wang quickly stepped aside. Lu Yuanjun smiled and nodded, and the two brushed past each other.
They headed in opposite directions. Fang Wang sprang into the air, turning into a white rainbow as he flew toward the Third Vein. His expression darkened, and his smile vanished without a trace.
Lu Yuanjun, walking toward the gates of Shiyuan Hall, also lost his smile. His face was exceedingly grim.
What the two were thinking, only they themselves knew.
The Sect Main City was still in an uproar. Though Fang Wang's battle against the thirteen geniuses had been brief, the shock it caused would endure.
Fang Wang moved swiftly and soon reached the Third Vein. He landed before his cave abode. Little Purple poked its head out from his robes and asked, "Young Master, do you have a grudge against that man?"
As Fang Wang took out his Disciple Token and opened the mountain gate, he answered, "Indeed."
As the mountain gate opened, he walked into the cave abode.
Little Purple flowed out from his robes and casually shut the mountain gate before following Fang Wang. "Young Master, if he's difficult for you to handle, let me do it. All I need is one bite, and I'll make him wish he were dead."
"No need. Killing him wouldn't be difficult, but the connections behind him are complicated. Let's wait a few more years. Perhaps he's already suffering terribly now," Fang Wang answered.
His powers of observation were exceptionally sharp. He had clearly sensed that Lu Yuanjun had been extremely nervous during this encounter, merely putting on a calm front.
Perhaps Lu Yuanjun was still praying that Fang Wang did not know the truth.
Fang Wang sat down before the large white jade bed and took out the