Liang Hangzhou said in a low voice:
"If I had been there when you injured Wu Jingyi, outsiders would have seen it as me bullying the young with my seniority."
"After all, I watched Wu Jingyi have her left arm crippled by you and did nothing. No matter how one looked at it, that would be hard to justify."
"But if I arrived 'fashionably late,' at most it would count as poor oversight. Even if that Old Man Ji from Gan Yun Martial Hall was furious inside, he would have no grounds to say much."
Li Chuan nodded in understanding.
He had never expected Liang Hangzhou, who looked like a crude martial man, to possess such meticulous thoughts.
But it made sense. He had come alone to Anning County and established a new Martial Hall, snatching meat from the mouths of countless wealthy gentry.
How could he possibly be a fool?
Many people always set "martial strength" and "brains" against each other.
Yet those who truly succeeded often possessed both.
At that, Liang Hangzhou sneered.
"Still, if you ask me, you did too little. That Wu Jingyi was obviously trying to use you as a stepping stone."
"Crippling one hand wasn't enough. You should have crippled both!"
Li Chuan pressed down on his throbbing temple.
That still wasn't enough...
He had never imagined Master Liang's killing intent was this heavy?!
For a martial artist, having both hands crippled meant being practically ruined for good.
That would have made the grudge enormous.
Liang Hangzhou smiled.
"One hand as a lesson is fine too. It shows that you act cautiously and methodically, that anger does not cloud your mind."
There was something else he did not say.
It was the cohesion of the entire Pine Wind Martial Hall's disciples.
When faced with