Arriving fashionably late, they had not yet climbed Shaoshi Mountain when the sounds of battle drew their attention.
"Young Master..." A Bi looked at one of the combatants. Wasn't it Murong Fu? Her face filled with worry.
As for the other old man, he wielded a folding fan. Every move he made was lethal, and from time to time, he flung out poison in an attempt to bring down his opponent.
Ding Chunqiu. No one present could possibly fail to recognize him, because his disciples were shouting encouragement from the sidelines, praising him so extravagantly that even Gu Hui was left speechless.
"Master!"
"Medicine Immortal, it has been a long time!"
"Greetings, Medicine Immortal!"
"Second Brother!"
"This old monk, Xuanci, greets you, Benefactor!"
None of the Wu Lin figures present would dare overlook a divine physician of such exceptional skill.
After all, who could travel the martial world without ever getting injured?
"Prince Duan, Abbot Xuanci, State Preceptor, fellow heroes, greetings!
Third Brother, you're a little lacking. With all that inner strength of yours, how have you still not fully mastered it?"
"Medicine Immortal, your methods truly are unfathomable. How is it that you look even younger than you did a few years ago?" Duan Zhengchun joked.
Duan Yu could only smile helplessly. "Second Brother, you know I have no interest in martial arts at all.
Oh, right. I heard Second Brother has been blessed with a son. Congratulations!"
Gu Hui smiled. "Then Third Brother, you'd better prepare a gift.
Prince Duan, you flatter me. I merely tidied myself up a bit. Clothes make the man, after all."
Boom...
Suddenly, a cloud of poison swept toward Gu Hui. Then Ding Chunqiu spoke.
"You brat still wet behind the ears, yet that old thief Wuyazi accepted you as a disciple in