At an inn in an unnamed town.
"Master, how are you feeling?"
Li Xingyun looked at Yang Shuzi with concern. He had been tending to the old man so carefully, afraid that one burst of excitement might send him straight to heaven with his legs kicking.
"I'm fine! I'm not dead yet." Yang Shuzi waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was in good health.
"Master, stay here and recover properly!" Lu Linxuan said.
"Yes, Grandpa. You're getting old; you're not suited to running around everywhere." Chi Meng said from the side.
"..."
Yang Shuzi was speechless. How had he suddenly become the most useless person in the group?
But thinking about it, it was true. He was already advanced in years and no longer suited to entering the Jianghu.
"I wonder how Shu'er is doing."
Worry appeared on Yang Shuzi's face. The person he was most concerned about now was his disciple.
Seeing this, Li Xingyun quickly said, "Master, there's no need to worry about Senior Brother.
"Think about it. Senior Brother was able to rescue you from the hands of Xuanming Sect's Experts. That shows just how profound his martial arts are—few could compare to him.
"Besides, Senior Brother wouldn't do anything without confidence, right?"
After hearing this, Yang Shuzi's expression immediately improved. Perhaps he had been overthinking things.
Shu'er's martial arts had long surpassed his teacher's; The waves behind drive on those before.
Eight years ago, he had already defeated two Great Heavenly Realm experts of the Xuanming Sect. There was no need to mention how strong he had become after another eight years.
Great Heavenly Realm experts already stood at the pinnacle of the Jianghu. Without exaggeration, they could move freely through an army of thousands and take a general's head as easily as reaching into