Son of the City Lord

Hearing the thick-browed old man say this, someone beside him cut in, "Exactly. Without Liu Yunsheng, what the hell is Zhang Huafeng? It's all his master propping him up. And precisely because of his master, Zhang Huafeng is unbearably arrogant. Hmph, like master, like disciple!"

Yang Chen nodded thoughtfully. So that was how it was. If Zhang Huafeng was like this, then his master could not be much better. Otherwise, how could he have done such a thing? If the boy had been someone capable of putting up some resistance, it might have been understandable. But the child had only just reached the age to cultivate, and he had still been willing to strike. How could such a person belong to the righteous path?

The thick-browed old man continued, "Now you understand, young friend. Whatever Zhang Huafeng is like, Liu Yunsheng is the same. Liu Yunsheng is even worse than Zhang Huafeng. That fellow is a madman, a madman who doesn't reason. Most importantly, Liu Yunsheng never provokes major figures. He only provokes those he can afford to provoke. He's cowardly to the bone, but if someone he can afford to provoke offends him, he'll stop at nothing! Isn't the City Lord discussing just this matter?"

"The boy was reduced to this state by Liu Yunsheng?" Yang Chen asked.

"Exactly. The key is that Liu Yunsheng could have killed the boy, but he deliberately did not. No one knows what poison he fed Young Master Du. Every few days, Young Master Du would foam at the mouth and suffer unbearably. Several times, he nearly died, repeatedly passing through the gates of hell. The City Lord has sought medical help and medicine everywhere, finding who knows how many alchemist physicians, yet they could only barely suppress the condition with medicine." The