Li Jian, Wen Wenhai, and the others sat down, their hearts full of questions. Liu Qingyang, however, sprang up from his chair and burst into laughter. "Great Gang Leader Zhang, what method did you use to deal with those two little bastards? You must tell this old fellow all about it!"
Before Zhang Xiaohu could speak, Chu Yunfei cried out in alarm, "Martial Ancestor Liu... your... your injuries?"
He then hurried before Liu Qingyang, his face filled with delight and disbelief. "This disciple heard that after the battle at Misty Peak, ever since Martial Ancestor Hu led us away through the back mountain, all the disciples were captured. Other than those with poor martial skills, everyone had their martial arts crippled. Martial Ancestor Liu... weren't your joints crushed? Weren't you long since paralyzed, unable even to stand?"
"Could it be... that the rumors of the martial world were wrong?"
"Oh! I forgot!!!" The moment Liu Qingyang heard this, he slapped his forehead. With a leap, he jumped back into his chair and sprawled across it. Then he shouted, "Chu Yunfei, which one of your eyes saw me get up?"
Chu Yunfei froze at the sight, at a complete loss.
Li Jian glanced at Liu Qingyang, then at Zhang Xiaohu, and said irritably, "Get up, Liu the Fifth. Chu Yunfei is no outsider. He saw what he saw, so stop pretending!"
Liu Qingyang got up all the same, shamelessly saying, "Second Brother, you were the one who told me to get up. If word gets out, don't blame me!"
By then, Zhang Xiaohu had taken the Great Gang Leader's seat. Seeing the questioning look in Li Jian's eyes, he smiled. "Elder Liu, please rise. This act was for the Incense-Passing Cult disciples to see. There was no reason to hide it