Thirteenth Son's conjecture was perfectly reasonable. They had only just managed to outlast Chen Shigu and see him dead. If another young madman suddenly appeared, possessed of peerless martial arts and determined to avenge even the slightest grievance, he would surely throw the Rivers and Lakes into turmoil and leave endless calamities in his wake.
Cave Truth Master and the Pipa-Tone Demon, in particular, both aspired to contend for the position of First Seat in their Master's School. Now that they had heard Wei Xun's terminal illness had actually been cured, they knew their grand ambitions would come to nothing. Both were utterly disheartened, sunk in disappointment.
Everyone present had their own thoughts. They remained silent for a long time.
Qiu Ren suddenly slapped his thigh and spoke first. "Back then, Eldest Senior Brother repaid Pang Liu's favor without a second thought. Now we have a rare chance to do him a kindness. Asking for repayment later would be quite a bargain. Besides, if we want to settle in Luoyang, sooner or later we'll have to deal with every local creed and calling. No day is better than the one at hand. Let's use this search as a pretext to test how deep the Luo River's waters run."
Xu Baozhen was a deeply calculating man. Only after weighing the matter from every angle and sorting through the benefits to himself did he offer a false smile. "Someone has plotted against Eldest Senior Brother and nearly beaten our youngest brother to death. That is a slap in all our faces. How could we hold our heads up in the Central Plains afterward? I'm curious to see who has the gall to bargain with a tiger for its skin."
Luo Toutuo glanced at the sickly Thirteenth Son and said succinctly, "Let's do