Qi Cang hadn't expected a Cheng Yaojin to come charging out halfway through.
Fortunately, this Cheng Yaojin was on his side.
He grinned, but the smile looked downright provocative, with a distinctly obnoxious edge. "Tsk, Gongxi Feng En, looks like even Heaven can't bear to take this old man's life."
If he wasn't dead, then he'd keep on living.
Qi Cang didn't know the newcomer's name or background, and he couldn't see through the man's strength. But he saw Gongxi Chou's expression change, and that detail told him plenty. Either Gongxi Chou knew this person, or even Gongxi Chou wasn't confident he could take down the herb-gatherer.
Either way, Qi Cang had another show to enjoy.
"Two against one. You're dead for sure today!"
Gongxi Chou didn't give Qi Cang the time of day. He merely wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth with his thumb and glanced at it lightly, as though he weren't the one who'd suffered internal injuries from his Qi and Blood running wild after a moment's carelessness. He lifted his lips into a smile, his gaze fixed on the herb-gatherer, deep and intent.
Between Heaven and Earth, only the two of them remained. All the noise had vanished.
Only the hunger for prey remained, along with the burning urge to fight.
Gongxi Chou ignored Qi Cang completely, but the herb-gatherer was different. He was willing to give Qi Cang a reaction, though from Qi Cang's perspective, it would've been better if he'd said nothing at all. The herb-gatherer took off his basket and casually tossed it toward Qi Cang, his words dripping with cutting contempt. "What makes you think you're fit to fight alongside this old man? You're in the way. If you know what's good for you, get off to the side