They once again rode their Spirit Artifacts away, leaving the Su Family in ruins.
At that moment, the people waiting outside the Su Family watched as the cultivators, who were like immortals, departed.
Everyone rushed into the Su Family and began taking back their belongings, one item at a time. But what they fought over most were the corpses of the Su Family's Three Fathers and Sons.
The crowd tore the three of them apart, each person taking a piece. Those who got their heads were the happiest; they would use them to pay tribute to the loved ones the three had once killed.
Ye Wen hadn't gone far either. Watching the people in the city act with such madness, he could imagine just how deeply they hated the Su Family!
After leaving the Su Family, Ye Wen had been asking around for news of a medical clinic. He guessed that Li Mo had brought Qiao Lao San back to the city for treatment.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before Ye Wen spotted Li Mo again in a small clinic.
"Look at you, brother! With one move, you wiped out the Su Family, who'd been poisoning people's lives, and became the city's hero! Feels great, doesn't it?"
When Li Mo saw Ye Wen come in, he gave him a thumbs-up and said,
"Cut the act. How is he?"
Ye Wen slapped away Li Mo's raised thumb, went to the bedside, and looked at Qiao Lao San, whose eyes were tightly shut. Then he asked Li Mo,
"He's fine. He just lost too much blood and has sword and knife wounds all over his body. But none of them are fatal. I have to say, this old brother of ours is really lucky."
Was it really just good luck? Qiao Lao