Return Home (Part 2)

On the riverbank to the right, a Black-Clothed Masked Woman, drenched in blood and gripping a long saber, kept breaking through the encirclement as more than a dozen jianghu fighters pursued her. She sprinted wildly along the bank.

The woman was still carrying an infant in swaddling clothes, who was bawling loudly. Countless wounds large and small covered her body, and running had already become difficult for her.

"Jianghu vendettas often happen here. You two should hurry inside. I'll pole the boat farther away so we don't get dragged in and suffer for it." The boatman was not particularly afraid; bold as he was, he even advised them.

"A jianghu vendetta?" Lin Xin was intrigued. Since he had entered the immortal sect so quickly, he had never truly encountered the secular jianghu. Seeing it now, he found it novel.

"Yao Qingxue, at this point, do you still think you can escape?" An elderly man with white hair and a childlike face suddenly drifted down before the woman, blocking her path exactly.

"Old Freak Tu!?" The woman came to an abrupt halt, only to be caught up by the dozen or so pursuers behind her, who surrounded her tightly. Her curved saber trembled slightly, letting out faint, repeated hums that held the people around her in check, leaving them temporarily unwilling to attack.

"Yao Qingxue, you killed my nephew. If I let you escape just like that, wouldn't that make me, Tu, look incompetent?"

"What do you want, then?" the woman asked coldly.

"Debts must be repaid—it is the law of heaven and earth. All the more so for a life." The old man sneered. "Your Mandarin Duck Eighteen Saber has long been famous. Perfect. Let us see whether this old fellow's Eagle Claw Hand is stronger, or your Mandarin Duck