The firelight flickered.
With the outcome of Lian Youming's fight decided, the prisoners in the other cells could no longer sit still.
"Hiss, Yuan Old Ghost actually died."
"This newcomer has some skill."
"If he has ties to Du Xinwu, how could he be ordinary?"
"I heard something about the Kunlun Secret Sword just now... Boy, are you Old Ghost Wei's disciple?"
"Looks like this Yuan fellow sensed his end coming, his vital essence about to run dry, and couldn't wait to pick on an easy target. Who'd have thought he'd lose his own..." The others all started talking over one another again.
Old Ghost Wei was the Foresight Martial Artist who had died at Lian Youming's hands on Mount Emei.
Without so much as glancing at the corpse in the corner, he brushed the dusty footprint off his chest and plopped down on the bed, taking out the cigarettes Tian Dayong had slipped him as he thought things over.
Besides cigarettes and a matchbox, there was a slip of paper inside, bearing several numbers that looked like gate numbers.
Four gates.
The martial artists inside them should be the ones Xu Tian had said were connected to that Mysterious Force.
Lian Youming lit a cigarette as though passing the time, but the moment the match flared, someone outside called out eagerly, "Boy, don't keep it all to yourself. Share some, and I'll tell you how things work in here."
As soon as one spoke, another chimed in.
"Don't listen to him. Give me two, and I'll teach you an unusual technique."
"Fuck, isn't that just some White Lotus Sect trick? That's all unorthodox stuff, nothing impressive. Give me half a pack, and I'll teach you a Buddhist School secret technique. Master it, and it can rival the Buddhist School's