"Who are you?"
Chen Cuo's sudden appearance put everyone on guard. The potbellied general leaped in front of him with a speed that belied his build, his eyes flickering.
Two Soldiers attacked at once!
Clearly, they meant to test him.
But Chen Cuo had no interest in toying with them. At a thought, both Soldiers were crushed to the ground, sinking deep into the soil!
The potbellied general's expression changed. "Have you come to rescue Zu Zhengzhao?" he asked, but he did not rashly attack.
He had just watched Chen Cuo fell the Soldiers without moving a hand or foot. With methods that strange, how could he afford to be careless?
"Nephew, this man might be our chance!" Zu Zhengzhao, still lying on the ground, brightened at the sight of Chen Cuo and spoke in a low voice.
The young woman beside him whispered, "He came out of the woods without a trace of dust on him. He saw the Soldiers gathered here, yet he isn't the least bit afraid. He looks so composed—he must have something to rely on."
Hearing this, the thick-browed Liu Nan looked more closely and finally noticed something unusual.
Chen Cuo's loose Daoist Robe was spotless, and his long hair was tied up carelessly, lending him something of a distinguished scholar's air—if not for the bulging bundle on his back.
His gaze swept around until it settled on Liu Nan.
The strange reaction of the white jade in his robes pointed to this man.
"Have you seen a Young Daoist recently?"
Because of his cultivation method, his fourth senior brother, Nanmingzi, had built up his strength over time but aged slowly. Though he was decades old, he still had a youthful face.
"A Young Daoist?" Liu Nan searched his memory, then shook his head.
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