The evening wind swept past beneath the slanting rays of the setting sun.
On the training ground, a figure stood still as a Buddha.
"Ah, Uncle Jiu!"
The group had been uncertain and alarmed at the young man who seemed to have appeared out of thin air, but when they saw the old man on the ground, every face changed.
He was none other than Gu Chan's maternal grandfather.
Since this man and the Mountain-Guarding Old Man were fellow disciples, his seniority was naturally considerable, and his strength certainly could not have been weak.
Yet his arms and legs had now been broken, and even his jaw had been dislocated.
"I happened to be strolling along the Bohai Sea, so I brought him along!"
"You... who are you?"
Elder Yang Second Brother had sparse silver hair, sagging jowls, age spots covering his cheeks, and bulging eyes. A moment earlier, he had looked frail with age, but as he spoke, his loose training clothes stirred without a breeze, rippling in waves.
He actually intended to fight.
At the sight of the young man in the courtyard, Lian Youming's heart tightened as well.
The champion of the Three Armies Grand Tournament?
This should be a good show.
The others also looked alarmed and uncertain.
Most of those present were experts from various schools and sects, yet none had detected this man's arrival beforehand.
The Fox-Eyed Youth had narrow eyes, thin lips, and smooth, pale skin. With his gaze lowered, he even had the look of a bodhisattva, a feminine face on a man's body.
"Though you attained foresight during the Republic of China and could be counted among the martial artists of the old days, your thinking has gone astray. For the sake of that legacy, your words and actions have betrayed