Chen Ming opened the letter before the two of them and read it through with a grave expression.
Old Liu wrote that he had something he absolutely had to do, so he was entrusting his two disciples to Brother Chen.
If he had not returned after two months, Chen was to set up a cenotaph for him beside his master's grave. When the time came, Wu Martial Hall would be given to Brother Chen.
"He really went after all."
Chen Ming sighed inwardly, unable to say what he felt.
Actually, after that young dandy had come to Wu Martial Hall to provoke them last time, Old Liu's reaction afterward had given him a premonition.
At today's Martial Meet, he had seen that dandy as well. The man claimed to be from Valley Commandery, surnamed He. He was also from an aristocratic family, with a Third Rank expert stationed in his Lineage.
For Old Liu to go to the He Family and seek revenge on the man who had abducted his fiancée all those years ago was little different from suicide.
He knew that himself, which was why he had entrusted his two disciples to Chen when he left and even left behind a final letter, having arranged everything down to his own funeral.
Holding that "last letter" in his hand, Chen Ming asked the two youths before him, dressed in coarse hemp clothes, "Do you know what Old Liu went to do?"
"No."
The two shook their heads blankly, knowing nothing about it.
In their memories, their master had been terribly lazy. Ever since they had entered the martial hall, they had never seen him leave it even once.
A few days ago, he had suddenly said he was going out to handle some business. They had both been shocked,