Dawn broke.
"Aw, damn, why do I feel like someone whacked me on the back of the neck last night?"
Rubbing his neck, Wu Jiu dressed Lian Youming as usual and carried him out to the reclining chair.
"All right, we're not going outside the city today!"
Old Master Li had arrived too. Beside him was an old man in a Zhongshan suit, with gray hair, a white beard, and an iron sword on his back.
Unlike his usual easygoing self, the old master was flushed and brimming with vigor, radiating an oppressive presence from the inside out.
But that presence was not a good sign. It seemed more like he was forcing himself to hold on, like a water balloon stretched taut, holding in a breath.
Lian Youming's eyes flickered as he noticed something unusual.
"Haha, I ate half a rack of ribs today... tsk, haven't had an appetite like that in years!" Seeing that a faint edge had actually appeared in the qi dynamics surrounding Lian Youming, the old man's eyes immediately flashed. "Let me introduce you, lad. This gentleman is from the Xingyi Sect. His surname is Hao, and he studied under Xingyi Grandmaster Hao Enguang."
Hao Enguang was no ordinary man either. He had been a direct disciple of Single-Saber Li Cunyi.
"Are you two seniors going on a long journey?"
Seeing Senior Hao traveling with a sword on his back, and Old Master Li holding in that breath, Lian Youming could not help asking.
Wu Jiu's eyes widened. "You can talk now?"
Old Master Li chuckled. "That's right. I've stood guard in this city for half my life. Now I want to go out and see these splendid mountains and rivers again. Today, I've come to bid you farewell, young friend!"
Before the delight