Trading on Fame

Tu Pianpian felt her patience was about to run out. "Beiting really isn't a place for humans to live." Her right hand gripped her crutch hard, slowly twisting it into the ground until it sank deeper and deeper.

She stood inside a crude tent. Uneven grass still grew from the ground, while rainwater from outside barged in uninvited and had already risen to her ankles.

"This tent, this ground, this rotten bed, the sound of the rain, this mutton, and the stench of corpses in the distance are driving me insane." She looked at the three uninvited guests opposite her, her expression resolute and proud. "But unless I obtain the Old Khan King's head, I will never leave."

"I'm not here to discuss the Old Khan King's head," Gu Shenwei said calmly. Tu Gou and Fan Yongda stood on either side of him.

Fan Yongda was injured, but had insisted on accompanying the Dragon King. He was also the only one who could understand the various coded signals left by the Central Plains sects and locate the Kongtong Sect's temporary camp.

"Does the Dragon King think he can definitely win tomorrow's noon bout?" Tu Pianpian asked mockingly, clearly confident in the two Qingcheng Sect leaders.

Whenever Tu Gou stood before his sister, he felt half a head shorter. Summoning his courage, he said, "Senior Sister, the Dragon King came to ask you about someone."

"Who's your senior sister?" Tu Pianpian rebuked him sharply. "You two are now under the Hu people. If not for the agreement to fight, we'd be fighting to the death right now."

Tu Gou fell silent. He glanced at Fan Yongda and tossed the problem to his junior nephew.

Fan Yongda coughed and lowered his head slightly. "Grand Senior Aunt, the Dragon King is actually from