"Uncle Chen, are you ready?"
"Coming, coming."
In the courtyard, Chen Qingjiang finished sorting out the fishing nets and followed Liang Qu toward the wharf.
Chen Qingjiang had not forgotten Liang Qu's promise to take him to a place where fish schools gathered. Since yesterday, he had stayed home without even stepping out the door.
"Uncle Chen, do you still go to town to sell the fish you catch?"
"I did a couple days ago, but it's getting colder. The fish have nothing to eat and are thinner than I am, so I'm not going anymore. It's not worth it."
Liang Qu said, "Then don't go from today onward."
Senior Brother had said that the Mountain Ghost could kill a Second Barrier martial artist. It was immensely powerful and favored martial artists with vigorous qi and blood. It did not even think much of a Martial Apprentice like him who had yet to cross the barrier. But a gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall; if they could avoid taking risks, they should.
Yi Xing City was fifteen or sixteen li from Ping Yang Town. The main road was broad enough, with plenty of travelers coming and going, but forest lined both sides. Who knew whether the Mountain Ghost was hiding within, waiting to attack passing travelers? Uncle Chen especially caught fish before dawn and set out while the sky was still dark. That was even more dangerous.
Liang Qu had come over with a horse caravan this morning. He did not dare travel alone.
"Did something happen? Is it connected to that fellow called Lu Shaohui?"
Chen Qingjiang was honest, but he was no fool. Hearing that, he immediately thought of the dead martial artist.
Martial artists were a rare breed.
For Ping Yang Town, a mere town,