Before Ding Busan could answer, an urgent shout came from not far away: "Show mercy!"
Song Qingshu looked up and saw Lu Guanying running anxiously toward them. Because he was injured, he coughed as he ran, yet after running for quite a while, he had not gotten very far.
The people beside him grew impatient. Two of them each grabbed one of his arms, then leaped into the air and brought him to Ding Busan's side.
"Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle, are you all right?" A refined-looking man in his thirties gazed at Ding Busan and Ding Busi with concern.
"Bullshit! Do we look all right?" Ding Busan could not help cursing. "Hurry up and release our pressure points."
"I misspoke, Uncle." The refined man looked embarrassed. After examining the two of them, his expression suddenly turned strange. "I can't undo these pressure points."
"Even with your martial arts, you can't release them?" Ding Dang had visibly relaxed upon seeing him arrive, but when she heard that he could not undo their pressure points, she froze.
"You were struck by One Yang Finger. The Dali Duan clan's pressure-point techniques are unmatched under heaven; I truly have no way to undo them." Only then did the refined man turn to Song Qingshu. "May I ask which young master of the Dali Duan clan you are?" He suddenly felt puzzled. The man before him looked somewhat familiar.
Song Qingshu stared at him excitedly. "Brother Ding, is it really you?" The man before him had sharp brows and bright eyes, carrying an air of refined scholarship, yet beneath it lay an unmistakable sense of righteousness. Who else could he be but Ding Dian?
Ding Dian was stunned. After scrutinizing Song Qingshu more closely, he said in delighted surprise, "Brother Song?" When he had first