"At last, back at Blackwood Cliff. That trip was pretty tiring." Lin Lang lounged in a chair and told his subordinates to unload everything from the carriage.
A box fell, and something round rolled out, coming to a stop at the feet of Jiang Xiaoyu, who had just walked in.
"Is that... Yaoyue's head?! Master, you killed Yaoyue?!"
Jiang Xiaoyu had wanted to ask about the Valley of Villains, but the moment he entered, he saw his enemy's head.
Didn't that mean that his and his elder brother Hua Wuque's greatest enemy was dead, and they would surely be able to avenge their parents?
"Why else do you think I rushed out in such a hurry? A friend discovered Yaoyue's whereabouts. If we hadn't acted while she was injured, things would have been troublesome once she recovered."
"Ahem, ahem..." Lin Lang covered his mouth and coughed twice.
Jiang Xiaoyu carefully placed Yaoyue's head, which had been treated with medicinal powder, back into its box. It still had to be offered at the grave of the former Cult Leader, Ren Woxing.
He and Hua Wuque would offer Jiang Qin's and the Twelve Zodiac Signs' heads to their parents' spirits in heaven!
"Master, are you injured?"
Jiang Xiaoyu poured a cup of tea and brought it to Lin Lang, feeling even more grateful to him now.
Previously, he had thought that joining Blackwood Cliff was merely a way to escape disaster. He had not willingly taken Lin Lang as his master either; it had only been a temporary expedient.
But now, he felt that having a master like this seemed rather good. Whether or not his master had killed Yaoyue for his sake, his blood feud had indeed been avenged.
Lin Lang took a satisfied sip of hot tea. "Yaoyue was a