* The previous translator pinyin’d him as Yu Jiufeng, which is incorrect. 于 (yu) 丘 (qiu) 烽 (feng).

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Thus the three of them casually clapped their asses and beat it. Meanwhile, the Gao’s Manor was a ball of chaos. Cao Weining was still indignantly informing those beside him that the Hua Shan sect was clearly being unkind in this matter when Mo Huaikong dragged him away and gave him a brief command. “Shut up.”

Cao Weining turned to look at his shishu. Just as he wanted to ask “shishu, how could you yield to evil forces?”, he saw Mo Huaikong point at Yu Qiufeng. “Didn’t you see him go looking for death? Shut up, turn off the bullshit, and take a good look!”

Cao Weining obediently shut up.

He took a moment to glance all around, then lowered his voice. “Shishu, you said that with Warriors Gao and Zhao here, how could Brother Zhou take away the Zhang’s child so easily?”

Mo Huaikong’s eagle eyes had been trained ahead, but at hearing that, they coldly swept over to Cao Weining. “Did your brain get eaten by a dog?” he squeezed out through his teeth.

Cao Weining had been harshly scolded by him for so long yet his face didn’t display any redness, very sincerely waiting for his shishu to clear up his doubts. Against expectations, Mo Huaikong turned his face away and didn’t pay him anymore mind. It took Cao Weining a short moment to suss out why, making the discovery that his brain really had been eaten for him to not even realize such a thing — his shishu also clearly had no idea!

Grandmaster Ci Mu quickly rushed over, a middle-aged man following behind him. The man was of gaunt stature with black clothes and deep laugh lines, the corners of his mouth cast downward, his sword-like brows shooting into the hairs on his temples and his eyes extremely clear; one look told that he was a master not to be trifled with. Upon witnessing this farcical scene, Grandmaster Ci Mu had no choice but to use the Shaolin’s Lion Roar skill to make a loud bellow. Many of meager martial arts saw black before their eyes at his call, the crowd then settling down.

Gao Chong and Zhao Jing saw the man behind Grandmaster Ci Mu and both stood up, Zhao Jing taking the initiative to unveil his identity. “Brother Shen!”