Compared with Xu Shu, Yu Jingcheng, Instructor Xu, and the others, who were shaken and bewildered, Old Man Yun, in a quiet valley, felt especially fortunate.
Standing beside a reclining chair, he said to the green-robed elder basking leisurely in the warm sun, "Thank goodness! Thank goodness I listened to you, Brother Kong, and didn't go to Prosperous Peace to seize the secret treasure Huang Tian carried. Otherwise, I'd never have seen you again!"
Kong Ji turned his head in puzzlement. "What brought this on all of a sudden?"
Old Man Yun sighed. "You've been in the valley, so you haven't heard. Huang Tian has done something extraordinary again!"
Kong Ji sat up a little straighter. "Tell me."
"Do you remember what I told you when I came to the valley two months ago, about Huang Tian killing Xiahou Yin while he was only fourth rank?"
"Of course." Kong Ji said, "Didn't you even invite me to Prosperous Peace to seize his treasure?"
"Good thing you turned me down. Otherwise, neither of us might have survived."
Old Man Yun gave an awkward smile. "A few days ago, Xiahou Yang, the Demon Sect's Yang Holy Son, slipped into Great Gan alone from Lan Kingdom to avenge his younger brother..."
Kong Ji sprang to his feet in shock. "Xiahou Yang? The Holy Son with the best chance of breaking through the barrier between mortals and celestials?!"
"The very same."
"Don't tell me Huang Tian defeated him?"
"He did more than defeat him..."
Bitterness touched Old Man Yun's lips. "Somehow, Huang Tian learned of Xiahou Yang's movements. The moment he reached the Rage Dragon River, Huang Tian intercepted him.
"They fought above the great river. Huang Tian severed one of Xiahou Yang's arms, and Xiahou Yang fled into the mountains in a sorry