Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Night had deepened, and black river water churned within the mist.
Three days had passed since Li Shuangcheng and Chu He had fought here. Every trace had already begun to fade.
An elderly man with a sinister gaze and his left hand wrapped in bandages wore a grim expression as he lowered his head and picked a charred scrap of cloth from a pit.
"Found it. Elder Li's clothing..."
Puff, puff!
The sound of a pipe being smoked slowly rose from behind him.
Zheng Keshi abruptly turned around and looked at the old man smoking behind him.
"Zheng Keshi, didn't I say that matters of the Armor Forging Hall were not for outsiders to meddle in? Do you have the brain of a fish? Forgetting everything after seven seconds?"
Du Bin stared at Zheng Keshi through the hazy smoke.
"Old Ghost Du, don't go looking for trouble! Li Hancheng was, after all, an honorary elder of our Martial Tower, and Hao'er's teacher as well. Is it not perfectly normal for me to inquire after Elder Li's whereabouts?"
Zheng Keshi's expression was ugly as he spoke indignantly.
Ever since witnessing Du Bin's prowess and losing a finger, he had not dared oppose Du Bin again. Even when they crossed paths, he would take a detour.
"Yes, you're still Zheng Hao's father..." Du Bin took a deep drag from his pipe, narrowing his eyes. "In that case, leave behind one finger. I'll let everything else slide. That's fair."
"How is that fair!?"
Zheng Keshi's face turned the color of pig liver.
"I think you lost your disciple and are simply looking for someone to pick on!"
"Yes, I'm looking for someone to pick on. So what!"
Old Man Du yanked the pipe from his mouth and stared coldly at