"You're saying those two were sent by Zou Yu?"
"That's right."
On the journey back, Liu Zihao told Yang Lingrui about what had happened on this trip.
The latter guessed at once that Zou Yu was most likely behind it.
Liu Zihao frowned, disappointment rising in his eyes.
"How could he try to harm me like this! No matter what, we shared more than eight years as colleagues at the Formation Pavilion. Though we competed from time to time, we also worked together many times... This... sigh..."
He had never imagined that Zou Yu would hate him so deeply that he would not hesitate to hire men to hurt him.
If his master's departure for Chongtian, followed by everyone else's cold distance, had shown him that all under heaven bustled for profit and scattered for gain—
Then what Zou Yu had done now made him personally experience the bloody, brutal truth of this world.
"Mr. Liu needn't be disheartened. There are people like Zou Yu in this world, but there are also people like you and me."
Yang Lingrui consoled him, "An ancestor of my family once told me: do not lose your ferocity, but preserve kindness in your heart."
"Do not bully the weak and helpless; always keep compassion in your heart. But when facing treacherous, vile, and deceitful people, you must not soften your heart. You must strike with thunderous methods!"
After hearing this, Liu Zihao repeated the words softly under his breath, and the clouds between his brows gradually dispersed.
"Your ancestor is truly a heroic figure. Liu has learned much today."
Five days later, the two returned to the Yang Family.
The moment Liu Zihao went up the mountain, he threw himself into the preliminary preparations for the formations.
Back when Yang Guanfeng was still with