Lu Changfeng and Li Lingyue exchanged a glance.
Neither had much of an impression of this Su Yanqiu.
A reclusive master among Jiangnan's gentry, versed in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, who stood apart from worldly strife...
Such a man sounded too perfect.
So perfect that it aroused suspicion.
Still, not everyone chased fame and fortune. True reclusive masters did exist. Perhaps this Mr. Su was one of them, finding clarity in simple living and entrusting his feelings to mountains and rivers, utterly unlike those who swarmed like flies and skulked like dogs.
But they still needed to verify it.
What if Su Yanqiu was not their target, but a plant laid by Dragon-Slaying City? Wouldn't rushing over be walking straight into the net?
They had a lead now. There was no need to hurry.
Lu Changfeng looked at Liu Ciyuan, slumped on the floor, then at Kangjinlong, whose bones had all been shattered. A plan took shape in his mind: he would heal these two first.
First, he could rack up treatments in the Medical Canon and accumulate rewards.
Second, he could verify that lead through Liu Ciyuan. Though the man had been reduced to an idiot, once cured, he should be able to answer a few questions.
Third...
Dragon-Slaying City had lost Zhang Lingjun, then Liu Ciyuan and the Twenty-Eight Mansions. It would never let the matter rest. Keeping these two alive, especially Liu Ciyuan, the "foremost of the third generation," might prove extremely useful someday.
He began the treatment.
Li Lingyue's palm strike had reduced Liu Ciyuan to an idiot. The meridians in his brain were in disarray, his mind shattered. Like a newborn infant, he could only mumble and drool, and even had to be fed.
Lu Changfeng first stabilized his meridians with the Supreme Unity