Cunmu Hall and Yongning Temple's Guest Monk

Duan Rong looked at the lame man and chuckled. "For years, I've roamed the four corners of the world, but when I came to this place, joy suddenly bloomed in my heart. This brother of yours really wants to settle down here."

"May I ask how I should address you, Boss?" Duan Rong said, clasping his fists toward the lame man.

Seeing that Duan Rong knew the ropes well enough, the lame man replied, "The brothers think highly of me and call me Boss Yang. And how should I address you, brother?"

Duan Rong said, "I am Jiang Qingyu. I'd like to earn a bite to eat under Boss Yang."

The lame man said, "Easy enough. Brother Jiang, why don't you let our brother go first?"

As he spoke, the lame man glanced at the fair-skinned beggar whom Duan Rong had forced into a split by sitting on him.

Duan Rong smiled. "A flood washing into the Dragon King Temple—family failing to recognize family..." As he spoke, he rose and helped the fair-skinned beggar up. Then he grabbed and lifted his arm. With a crack, the shoulder Duan Rong had dislocated earlier was set back into place.

Then Duan Rong patted the fair-skinned beggar and said with a smile, "My apologies!"

The fair-skinned beggar wiped the cold sweat from his brow and glanced at Duan Rong fearfully. "It's nothing..." As he spoke, he hurried behind the lame man.

Once the fair-skinned beggar had returned, the lame man stepped closer and smiled. "Brother Jiang, we could say we came to know each other through a fight..."

At that moment, the lame man stood only four or five steps from Duan Rong, his face piled with a harmless smile. Yet halfway through his sentence, he suddenly sprang forward, flipped one palm over,