Liu Qingyang

Sure enough, before Liu Qingyang's footsteps could draw near, a cold snort rang out. "Junior Brother, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? Looking for Shi Niu, of course!" Liu Qingyang still seemed not quite sober, shouting, "I heard from the disciples that Shi Niu was pushed over to the Council Hall. I haven't had my fill of drinking yet, so naturally I'm looking for him to drink with me!"

Though Li Jian's expression could not be seen, concern, anger, and regret could all be heard in his voice. "Junior Brother, if there is nothing else to do, you should build up your strength and devote more thought to martial arts. No matter how much wine you drink, it will only harm your body, and—"

"Second Senior Brother, you haven't been saying that for just a year or two. Do you think it does any good? I listened to you before, but what came of it? Other than lying in this reclining chair, what else can I do? I can't even stand up. What martial arts can I practice?"

"Second Senior Brother, all of you cultivate internal energy. You do not know the bitterness of those of us who practice Outer Gate cultivation techniques. If your dantians are destroyed, perhaps you can still move like ordinary people. But what about us? How could you know the methods of those dead offerings from Yi Xiang Peak? Every joint in my body was crushed to powder. Even if I wanted to move, it would be impossible."

Seeing that Li Jian had fallen silent, Liu Qingyang continued, "I know Second Senior Brother is troubled too, and there are many things I never told you. This group of disciples whose joints were all crushed... their days... their days have been hard. They... they