A long while passed.
Once he had learned what had happened, the old Hung Fist master took the bundle and thanked Tian Dayong and Lian Youming profusely before leaving with reddened eyes. Shorty Xu glanced at the bundle in his hands, then looked at Lian Youming and said gently, "All these years, I traveled throughout Yunnan, Guizhou, Hunan, and Sichuan to search for my master, but I always came back empty-handed. I thought I would never see him again in this lifetime. Who would have thought Heaven would let you fulfill my wish?" Though he was smiling, the grief in his eyes was plain to see.
Xu Tian comforted him. "Junior Brother Xu, my condolences."
Shorty Xu nodded, then led Xu Baishi out of the sitting room.
Watching him leave, Lian Youming asked worriedly, "Uncle Xu, could this bring on the scattered power tribulation?"
Xu Tian remained as unruffled as ever. His face was cold and pale, rarely showing joy or anger. His eyes and brows looked placid, yet when his gaze shifted, it was like a blade turning, ready to flash with cold light.
"We knew this would be the outcome long ago. Now he has simply returned to his roots."
Lian Youming nodded.
True enough.
After all, the man was from decades ago. They could hardly have expected him to still be alive. They must have prepared themselves long before.
"Dayong tells me you want to cross hands with me? Heh, taking on five alone. How impressive."
Lian Youming had been pondering what he had gained from this trip when those unexpected words reached his ears, making him jump.
"Who said that? I never did! You have no idea-he worked me like a beast of burden the whole way, and I got nothing out of it... Hey, where's