"Revenge for his master's murder?"
A sudden chill crept up the back of Lian Youming's neck, and his expression kept shifting.
Yang Chengfu had actually died beneath someone else's fists.
The tribulation was growing more formidable.
If it was true, then this Gu Xuantong was a little too terrifying.
He had killed the Taiji Grandmaster Yang Chengfu decades ago, and now he had killed Yang Weidong's master with his palm.
The muscles throughout Lian Youming's body were already tightening of their own accord. He felt tremendous pressure.
"Your grandmaster was murdered?"
Yang Weidong was also dumbfounded, frozen on the spot. He seemed to know nothing about it.
"I don't know. Master never mentioned Grandmaster."
Lian Youming sighed. "In that case, your master must have spent so long mingling among ordinary people to avenge his master."
Pale-faced, Yang Weidong opened his mouth, but the words seemed caught in his throat. For a long while, nothing came out.
Having retrieved the item and uncovered the truth, Lian Youming had closed the coffin and was filling the grave back in.
"Let's go back!"
The immediate priority was to establish this man's identity.
The two hurried back.
Yet when they arrived, the house was silent apart from the sound of the video player.
Realizing something had happened, Lian Youming sprang sideways, shooting into the newlyweds' home like an arrow through the air.
The video player was still running inside. Qin Hongxiu had slumped limply in her chair, her head tilted to one side, utterly motionless.
He checked her breathing. Fortunately, she was only unconscious.
Wang Mazi emerged swiftly from the shadows. "Young Grandmaster, just after you left, we saw someone trying to abduct Miss Qin. We hurried to stop them and fought."
Lian Youming stepped aside and asked while Yang Weidong massaged Qin Hongxiu