“You can go,” Yu Qiufeng said, “but first, make him say why he’s been repeatedly chased by people with the intent to kill him. Is there or is there not actually a relationship between the Zhang family and the Lapis Armor? And who has the Lapis Armor right now?!”

Zhou Zishu put on a skin-deep smile as he watched the incredibly bitter Hua Shan Patriarch. He lowered his head to question Zhang Chengling. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

Zhang Chengling pursed his lips and shook his head.

“Do you want to say anything about what he asked you?” Zhou Zishu questioned once more.

Zhang Chengling reached out and cautiously tugged at his clothes, not saying a word. Zhou Zishu nodded, turning his head back to Yu Qiufeng. “Patriarch Yu. What you’ve asked, he can’t answer. Let’s just leave it at that, and any of our future meetings will be fine.”

Finished speaking, he pulled at Zhang Chengling and lifted his foot to walk away. The Cang Shan Patriarch, Huang Daoren, laughed coldly from behind Yu Qiufeng. “This punk thinks everyone beneath him!” He thereafter took the lead in making trouble. This Huang Daoren was absolutely nothing special to look at, with a dark, egg-shaped face whose ugliness had the utmost of ability to make gourds break open, and he had a preference for wielding a folding fan all that year. It wasn’t clear what he was thinking, standing behind the eternally-elegant Yu Qiufeng’s sort. He unexpectedly acted out of resentment at this moment, shooting over like a colossal potato.

Zhou Zishu inwardly laughed. Saying that he thought everyone was beneath him was correct. All the hennish commodities here that could only make noise were things he couldn’t bear to look at, in any case. He looked on as Huang Daoren’s maneuver drew near. Zhou Zishu never once released Zhang Chengling’s hand – the crowd was only aware of a pattern blooming before their eyes as the two exchanged an untold amount of blows that lasted as long as a spark, following which Huang Daoren let out a muffled groan, retreated backwards three steps, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell right on his ass.

He had turned into one withered-up potato.

Alarmed cries of “Patriarch!” and “Shifu!” rose up at once. Yu Qiufeng had anxiety in his eyes, pointing a finger at Zhou Zishu. “What crooked, evil path did you come from? Are you an affiliate of those Ghosts? Don’t let him get away!”