"Damn, that brat really thinks he's above the law. He still dares come back to Cangzhou?"
"You haven't heard? Xue Hen crippled all those Eagle Claw Sect disciples. He also wounded Ao Zhen of the Flower Fist Sect and the Xu Brothers of the Yanqing Sect. Apparently, he stole something too."
"He dared run wild at the Baji Sect? The nerve of him!"
The Baji Sect's hall blazed with light. A crowd of disciples had gathered, all genuinely furious, young and old packed together in a noisy throng. Lian Youming and Xie Ruomei sat to one side, the little girl mending his sleeve with needle and thread. A sturdy-looking little boy stood before them-the very boy Xue Hen had abducted. A female martial artist held his hand, while he clutched a chicken drumstick in the other. With tears in his eyes and grease all over his mouth, he thanked Lian Youming. Lian Youming felt embarrassed to accept his thanks. Xue Hen had come for him tonight; the boy had merely been caught up in it.
Wu Jiu examined the injury on Lian Youming's hand and only relaxed once he saw it was nothing serious. But he turned his head and immediately grew irritated by the chatter around him. "Oh, quit the bloody prattle. That brat learned the White Lotus Sect's methods for altering his sinews and shrinking his bones. He can change his appearance. Once he disappears into a crowd, finding him is like looking for a needle in the ocean. Unless an expert beyond the Three Energies takes action, anyone you send will be wasting their time. Three of the Xingyi Sect's twelve true disciples are already dead."
Just then, the old man who had gone out during the day returned, his hands clasped behind his back and snow