Soon, Yang Lian left.
She even took the black-robed old man's body with her.
She left without hesitation, perhaps because this was the wrong place to talk, leaving only a phone number and address.
Lian Youming remained in the seat of honor, idly toying with the two Iron Balls in his hand. They were heavy, with considerable heft.
He had rather a lot to think about now: the Taiji Gate, the Japanese, the Eight Banners Nobility, and now an unfathomable supreme master who had suddenly appeared.
Supreme, without question.
Someone capable of contending with Du Xinwu was astonishing enough, even if that person had only dared strike while Du Xinwu's cultivation was dissipating.
And he could think of only one way to deal with these problems. It was simple: grow stronger.
Solve everything once and for all.
Glancing at the sun sinking toward the horizon, Lian Youming patted his backside and stood, saying quietly, "Go back and give your old man a message. Tell him that if he dares covet the old medicine again, we'll have to settle it face-to-face."
Honestly, if they had been decent people, he could have shared some Earth Spirit Heaven-Mending Powder with them. After all, he could make more once the medicine ran out. But Zhang Asi's experiences alone, along with their earlier overbearing treatment of the old medicine as ownerless property, made it clear that the Zhang family were anything but good people. And they actually wanted to perfect both body and spirit? Dream on. "All right."
Zhang Asi showed no resistance whatsoever. In fact, he seemed somewhat delighted at their misfortune.
Having said that, Lian Youming set down the two Iron Balls and rubbed his hands together. Seeing the puzzled look on Zhang Asi's face, he reminded him, "Didn't you say you'd leave