"You didn't even think to ask about my injuries!"
Though Lian Youming complained, his expression was somewhat tense.
He knew the situation was urgent now.
On the surface, things seemed calm, but undercurrents were already surging beneath.
Yang Lian walked in from outside the garden and looked at him.
"What are your plans from here?"
She was asking Lian Youming to make the decision, and also acknowledging him.
Now that Chen Baihu had reappeared in the world, turmoil was inevitable, with upheaval on every side.
"Did the old man leave any instructions?"
"He said you had full authority to decide."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
The two exchanged questions and answers.
"Master Chen also said to use this time recovering from your injuries to properly consolidate everything you've learned, and spend some time with your wife and child while you're at it."
Hearing Yang Lian's words, Lian Youming coughed twice, then put away the painting of Lüzu slaying a flood dragon.
"I want to open an Incense Hall!"
"All right!"
Yang Lian's expression remained calm throughout, as though she could take anything he said in stride. There was even a faint smile, like an elder seeing a younger member of her family make something of himself.
"With your current strength, never mind opening an Incense Hall-you have more than enough to found a sect! You probably don't know yet, but after the battle on Wudang Mountain, you've become famous across the north and south. Add your trip overseas, and your prestige will soar within days."
This was praise, but also a reminder.
Greater prestige brought greater danger.
Lian Youming narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Don't worry. I haven't forgotten what happened to Boss Du. The old man can do his thing, and I'll do mine. Let's set it for mid-September. Once I've