"So this fellow is worth that much. I really underestimated him. Then let's spare his miserable life and keep him here making money for us!"
"But I don't know where my grandfather has gone. It's been so long without any word. It's really worrying!"
Dugu Yan nodded with a broad smile and spoke softly.
Ye Xingchen, who stood beside her, smiled faintly and glanced at her. Then he pulled her into his arms.
Turning to glance at the thatched shelter nearby, he teased:
"Don't worry. With me here to look after you, you'll definitely be happier than before!"
With those words, Ye Xingchen carried Dugu Yan toward the thatched shelter.
Tang San, who was forging iron nearby, gritted his teeth.
After the two left, he helplessly shed tears.
Staring at the fire before him, he could not figure out where he had lost.
Ever since he had encountered Ye Xingchen, not a single thing had gone smoothly.
"O heavens, O earth! If you brought me into this world just to torment me, then please send down a bolt of lightning and strike me dead! I don't want to live in this world anymore!"
The moment he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck, landing squarely on Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.
Somewhat embarrassed, he froze. Why did it actually strike me?
While he was distracted, he heard some inconceivable sounds coming from the Thatched Cottage beside him.
Tang San's face flushed. He hurriedly stuffed two wads of cotton into his ears to block out those distressing sounds.
Meanwhile, at the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy.
The sorrowful Grandmaster sighed. Tang San had still not returned after so long, and he grew increasingly worried.
He glanced back at the people behind him, gritted his teeth, and set off once more.