Xiang Yuan sensed the fragment of secret art Wu Wan had left behind and found it interesting. He had Doubi and Cold Blood study it off to the side, then stepped forward and supported Zhang Celiang by the arm.
"Manor Lord Zhang, don't jest. I came to save people, not to covet your family's treasures."
"I beg you to accept, young hero. Otherwise, I'll have no way to repay your kindness, and my heart will remain uneasy. It truly pains me."
"Hahaha, if you're in pain, then suffer through it. As long as Xiang isn't in pain, that's all that matters."
Xiang Yuan smiled. "What, I saved your whole family, and you can't even bear this little grievance?"
When had Zhang Celiang ever met someone so open-hearted and upright? His face flushed red, and his gratitude was beyond words. He wished he could swear brotherhood with Xiang Yuan on the spot.
Unfortunately, he could not. Their vast age difference was one reason, and their future prospects another. If he shamelessly proposed becoming sworn brothers now, he would plainly be taking advantage of Xiang Yuan.
A young hero and gentleman must not be deceived.
With that thought, Zhang Celiang gave up on the idea of sworn brotherhood. "Zhang is willing to suffer this grievance, but I also ask Young Hero Xiang to give me a chance. Please remain at the manor and rest for a few days..."
"Say no more. Saving lives comes first. Your wife and children are seriously injured—quickly take them indoors."
Xiang Yuan cut Zhang Celiang off and looked toward the six female heroes sprawled by the wall. Their postures were somewhat bedraggled. Who was the one in yellow? Tang Rou? Her upturned backside was rather perky.
Take back what I said before—there was still a bit of