Come Be My Brother, Beautiful River Mermaids

The white-haired man sized Fang Shu up coldly, then suddenly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, how did my younger brother's precious blood taste?"

The moment those words fell, the entire cabin fell silent. The other six pairs of eyes swished toward the two of them, all filled with keen amusement.

Fang Shu raised his eyelids slightly, and understanding dawned on him.

A half-smile appeared on his face. Since the other party had been so direct, he did not conceal anything and simply asked in return:

"Kill the little one, and the old one comes... Fellow Daoist Ling?"

A low laugh came from the white-haired man's mouth, but he said:

"Yes and no. Still, Ling must thank you, Fellow Daoist, for beating Baiquan to death.

Otherwise, that old bastard would have kept pressing me down until the Autumn Examination before he let me go up the mountain."

Hearing this, Fang Shu's brows twitched. The relationship between this white-haired man, Ling Baiquan, and Old Man Ling seemed rather delicate. But he did not pay it much mind. From such one-sided words, truth and falsehood were truly hard to discern.

At that moment, the white-haired man stared fixedly at Fang Shu, and several traces of excitement suddenly appeared on his face.

He said eagerly, "Not only have you cultivated the Lead Method of our Scorched-Tail Hall, you also beat my younger brother Baiquan to death. You've got guts enough—you should come be my brother!

Later, come down the mountain with me and beat that old bastard to death, then take his flesh and blood for cultivation! When the time comes, I'll be the hall master and you'll be the deputy hall master. Everything in the hall—its affairs and disciples—will be ours for the taking. Above the mountain or below it, whoever you want to