When Lin Ling heard the news, his mind went blank with a buzz, and he blurted out—
His voice was loud, but thankfully, the area was chaotic enough that the cries for help and shouts drowned him out. Nobody noticed.
After a while, Lin Ling finally looked at Fang Yue with a complicated expression.
"Are you absolutely sure the head hanging at the entrance to the Chen residence was Chen Mu's?"
"I saw it with my own eyes!"
"..."
Lin Ling fell silent for a while, then let out a deep sigh.
"I never thought he'd end up like this. At least that guy knew he didn't have many years left, so he left behind a manual and taught you, passing on his legacy. Otherwise... things would have been truly tragic."
Apart from members of sects and other organizations, ordinary Martial Artists only prepared manuals and passed on their legacies when they were close to death and had little Lifespan left.
Most of the time, they simply taught their disciples through word and deed.
After all, making manuals was no easy task.
Many forms of Martial Arts required one to sacrifice Lifespan in order to write a manual capable of passing on the true teachings.
Now that Chen Mu was gone, Fang Yue was, in a sense, Chen Mu's only true disciple.
In theory, whether out of consideration for their years as fellow students or their private friendship, Lin Ling had a duty to look after Fang Yue.
Even though Lin Ling couldn't stand him.
While the two were talking, most of the villagers on the north side had dispersed, taking shelter behind Fang Yue and the other guards.
Meanwhile, Old Sheep and the other Vice-Captains had led the Guard Team over to join them.
Little Fox and Niu Niu