So it had not been ineffective; the old man was suppressing it with True Qi.
A martial artist's control over his own body through True Qi could reach an inconceivable level. With an upset stomach like this, the old man could walk all the way back and fight ten more battles without any trouble.
But why was he suppressing it?
Perhaps he disliked the privies here. Perhaps he had already realized someone had done this deliberately.
As Yang Yan realized this, tension and relief rose in his heart together.
He was tense because he had to find a way to stop the man now, and relieved because what Pei Ye had said before leaving seemed to have been verified-they were not carrying out an assassination, but eliminating evil. Even after realizing someone might be watching him, this man dared not make a fuss, instead planning to leave as though nothing were wrong.
He was very nervous too!
In an instant, Yang Yan's confidence swelled. Though he himself was a fugitive who could not bear scrutiny, the enemy was in the open while he remained hidden. He only needed to shout, "The murderer is here!" and this man would draw more attention. All Yang Yan needed to do was find a chance to leave.
This strategy was far simpler and safer than facing a powerful enemy alone.
The young man gained another measure of understanding. Believing himself forsaken by heaven and earth, with no choice but to walk alone through the night-was that not another kind of foolishness and arrogance? A hero relying on his strength alone found the way ever harder, while an old root could ride the current with ease. Whatever his circumstances, even at a dead end, he should strive to find helpers whose immediate aims aligned with