"What the hell was that brute Du Xun trying to do?"
Lu Yuanchu looked at Du Xun, who stood respectfully before them, his mind full of questions.
Everyone at Taichu Peak knew Du Xun. He was a rash, martial brute and Yan Chenghai's loyal lackey. If Yan Chenghai told him to cut someone down, he did it.
Otherwise, how could Yan Chenghai possibly stand against Lu Yuanchu? It was only because he had Du Xun, a fighter of extraordinary strength, at his side.
"Madness. This is madness. Yue Wangchuan's gone mad, and now Du Xun has too?"
Lu Yuanchu couldn't help shaking his head. His mind was a complete muddle; he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or awake.
One madman would've been bad enough. Now there were two.
Fang Mo looked at Du Xun, a thoughtful expression in his eyes. Du Xun had lost their previous battle, yet he'd borne it with great grace. He seemed like a simple, genuine person, a little like Tie Xiaochuan in temperament—though perhaps even more rash.
"Junior Brother Fang, you need to be careful. Du Xun is Junior Brother Yan Chenghai's man, and both of them are disciples of Venerable Bei Xuan, with the closest ties to him. Don't let your guard down. They might be plotting something!" Xiao Jingsheng's voice rang out in Fang Mo's mind.
Fang Mo merely glanced at him and smiled, then turned to Du Xun, who was watching him with burning eyes. "Senior Brother Du, from now on, you'll be in charge of distributing supplies in the Ancient Realm!"
The anxiety in Du Xun's eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden gleam. He immediately bowed.
"Yes. Du Xun accepts the order!"
"No!" Lu Yuanchu, who had been looking on in confusion, suddenly leaped to his feet. "Damn it, I