"Old bastard..."
Ding Chunqiu's expression changed abruptly when he heard that voice. His face twisted viciously, but the viciousness soon melted into gentleness and amiability. He lowered his brows and bowed his head, his face nearly squeezed into the shape of a chrysanthemum.
After glancing at Ding Chunqiu, Xu Yue turned his gaze to Su Xinghe. The latter could not help sighing and gestured for Xu Yue to proceed.
"Since my master has invited you, Prince, please come inside for a talk."
With one hand already broken, Novsky finally understood a few things. It seemed that Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu's master was inside that little cabin!
Judging from Ding Chunqiu's attitude and Su Xinghe's weakness, their master was likely in poor condition!
Perhaps the Zhenlong Chess Game had been arranged to choose a successor for their master, followed by some kind of transfer of inner power.
That would also explain how that little monk's strength had improved so quickly.
However...
Looking back at the two grotesque-looking men, tears rolled from the corners of Novsky's eyes.
What was the use of knowing all this now?
He knew too much, damn it!
Wu Yazi had been ambushed by Ding Chunqiu and left completely paralyzed decades ago.
He had relied solely on a mouthful of pure Northern Darkness True Qi to stay alive.
Yet due to the Xiaoyao School's age-preserving martial arts, aside from clearly being disabled, his jet-black hair and smooth skin made him look like an ordinary middle-aged man. He did not resemble an old man nearing a hundred in the slightest.
Handsome and refined, gentle and elegant—it was no wonder several junior sisters had been utterly infatuated with him and never forgotten him.
"Greetings, Senior Wu Yazi."
After entering the room, Xu Yue showed the old man due