The answer was utterly absurd.
Yet the more Xu Wenzhu thought about it, the more convinced he became.
Liang Qu was a Second Realm Perfected Elephant, a Great Grandmaster. Xu Wenzhu believed he could fight two opponents of the same realm alone; he even believed he could fight three. After all, Xu Wenzhu had long known of Bai Chenfeng and Bai Chen Honglang's deaths in Hantai Prefecture's Bai Clan. The facts spoke for themselves.
But there was a qualitative gap even among Perfected Elephants.
The Eight Beasts were all Martial Saint seeds. Their selection method was combat—winners rose, losers fell. One against two was hardly unusual.
Yet to make Ba Er Si Tai suffer defeat and ruin...
Had his distant nephew truly grown to such heights one day? No—had he already reached them...
Even the old master of their family might not necessarily be his match.
"Old Qin!" Xu Wenzhu called for his steward.
"Master! What are your orders?"
"Go wait at the palace gates. When you see Liang Qu come out, invite him to the house for a meal! Tell him his aunt misses him."
"Yes!"
Old Qin gave it no further thought and went off to make preparations.
But when he drove to the banks of the Gathered Water River and waited silently, another carriage pulled up nearby.
He glanced over.
"Well, Old Li, what's the meaning of this? Morning court has already ended, and your lord has returned to his residence. Why are you still in such a frantic hurry? Who are you picking up?"
Old Li chuckled. "Why ask so much? Naturally, a distinguished guest is coming to the door. Aren't you waiting too?"
Old Qin froze. After some thought, he probed, "Inviting someone to dinner?"
The man opposite him was equally stunned. "Eh? How did