Liu Fu's reaction was strange. It was as though he had seen an enemy he could not live under the same sky with; his eyes were bloodshot, his expression ferocious enough to devour someone alive, as if he might pounce at any moment and tear that young man to pieces.
There was hatred, but also fear, along with an exceedingly strange emotion.
It was Chen Ming's first time seeing such complicated emotions on someone. He was deeply curious—what kind of grudge had there been between Old Liu and this young man's father?
Seeing Liu Fu's reaction, the richly dressed youth wore a teasing smile. "Before my father left, he specifically instructed me to come to Wu Martial Hall in Qingfeng City and find someone named Liu Fu. He asked me to bring him a message."
"W-what... what message?"
Liu Fu's voice was hoarse. His hands clenched tightly, his breathing hurried, making it clear how much that message mattered to him.
The youth said, "My father said that she died in childbirth several years ago. He told you there was no need to keep thinking of her."
Hearing such terrible news, Liu Fu felt the world spin around him and stood rooted to the spot.
Seeing his reaction, the youth found it rather dull and prepared to leave.
"Ah—"
Seeing that he was leaving, Liu Fu let out a beast-like roar from his throat. "You are not allowed to leave..."
He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed for the youth's shoulder.
The richly dressed youth turned around and thrust out the sheathed sword in his hand, striking Liu Fu squarely in the chest. The blow was extremely heavy. Liu Fu spat blood on the spot and collapsed, unable to rise.
The youth looked somewhat puzzled. "With strength like yours, you actually managed