The Waterside Pavilion wore a coat of silver, and thin ice floated on the Lotus Pond.
The twelfth lunar month had arrived...
The Yang father and son sat inside the Waterside Pavilion, happily tending a charcoal stove as they heated tea, roasted melons, and discussed the latest excitement in the martial world.
After the two enthusiastically went over the chain of events triggered by the death of Five Poisons Cult leader Yan Shijun, Yang Tiansheng suddenly asked, "Dad, the cult leader went to Tower Beyond Towers again, didn't he?"
Yang Yinghao answered without thinking, "I believe he did."
Yang Tiansheng smiled. "To find out whether Yang Second or the person behind the Five Poisons Cult is stronger, right?"
Yang Yinghao finally caught on. His eyes widened as he barked, "You little brat, what are you laughing at?"
Yang Tiansheng hurriedly shook his head. "I'm not laughing at anything!"
Yang Yinghao said, "You think your old man can't tell what you're laughing at?"
Yang Tiansheng said, "If you know what I'm laughing at, why ask? Isn't that like taking off your pants to far-"
Seeing his father raise the iron fist of paternal love, he wisely swallowed the final word.
Yang Yinghao lowered his fist and said helplessly, with earnest concern, "Don't think the cult leader is making a mountain out of a molehill. You have no idea how strong the person behind the Five Poisons Cult is, nor do you know exactly how strong Erlang is. Besides, you're close friends with Erlang. That's why you can sit securely on your fishing platform and enjoy the show. If you were in the cult leader's position, I guarantee you'd be even more restless than he is!"
At that, Yang Tiansheng instinctively glanced toward the secluded chamber inside the rockery at the center