Sunflame Daoist Grounds, a secluded chamber.
Lu Mian was drinking tea with Qinghezi.
"Martial nephew, you seem distracted tonight. What are you thinking about?"
Qinghezi had already recovered completely from his injuries, yet he remained hidden in the secluded chamber.
He did this deliberately, hoping people would forget he existed.
"Martial uncle, I'm not distracted."
"I'm just waiting."
Lu Mian smiled.
"Waiting for what?"
Qinghezi could not help asking.
"For the people from the General's Mansion to come..."
Lu Mian stood up.
Seeing him move, Qinghezi could not help asking, "They're already here?"
"Yes..."
"Now we'll see who comes out on top."
Lu Mian was not nervous in the slightest. Instead, he was itching for a fight.
"Young men really are hot-blooded."
"These old bones will join you in a little madness!"
Qinghezi stood up as well.
During his recovery, he had come to understand that his cautious, conservative mindset could no longer keep pace with the times.
The more he avoided conflict, the more people bullied him. It could even cost him his life.
Only young men like Lu Mian, who fought for everything without hesitation-even if it meant bloodshed or dying on the spot-were truly suited to this world.
His own life was nearing its end anyway. What harm was there in joining Lu Mian for one reckless venture?!
"Haha."
"Martial uncle, trust me."
"We will win."
Lu Mian spoke with conviction.
With that, he turned and left the secluded chamber.
Qinghezi did not leave with him.
His role was to remain hidden in the shadows.
"All disciples of the Sunflame Daoist Grounds, assemble!"
Lu Mian soon reached the training ground and roared.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Zhao Xishan, Wan Quan, and the other disciples swiftly appeared on the training ground.
"Everyone!"
"The Flying Eagle Guard has left the