"Hm? Speak of the devil. Heh, looks like he didn't slack off on the road!"
As he spoke with a smile, Yang Chen suddenly raised a brow. Fa Ma, seated across from him, swept out with his soul force at once. The next moment, a few more traces of a smile appeared on his face as well.
"Looks like this old man should get busy too. True Lord, let us continue this game another day."
With that, Fa Ma rose directly to his feet and headed toward the front hall. Yet there was always something about his retreating figure that made it seem as though he were fleeing in panic.
Yang Chen smiled and shook his head. With a wave of his hand, all the chess pieces were gathered into the chess box at the side.
"In that case, I should take my leave as well."
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yi Xian was the only one left in the rear courtyard. After tidying up, she too left the Ten Thousand Medicine House.
Outside Qingshan Town.
On the bluestone-paved street, Xiao Yan carried a huge sword on his back that was utterly disproportionate to his frame. He trudged forward with heavy steps, ignoring the strange looks around him. After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he continued slowly down the street.
The enormous sword on his back was an unusual treasure Medicine Elder had acquired, named the Heavy Xuan Ruler. Though it had originally been intended as a weapon for Xiao Yan, it had now clearly become a tool for further tempering his body.
After all, the various miraculous combat techniques known as divine abilities recorded in the Flame God Art rarely required weapons. Even when they did, they generally were not particular about the type of weapon