Yet, Ye Baiyi was utterly calm. Watching those spheres surge at them like the tide, he abruptly gave a loud, short shout, and delivered a palm strike through the air in front of him. He was using some unknown technique, but Zhang Chengling’s eyes were sharp, and he noticed that the stone tiles by his feet had shattered in an instant. The first ball that rolled over was the first to suffer damage; it exploded, and immediately thereafter, created a chain reaction of continuous explosions. Ye Baiyi’s hands were braced in the same spot, appearing to have erected an unseen wall that blocked them from the chaos, which was almost a force of nature in itself.

Wen Kexing’s expression became more solemn as he regarded Ye Baiyi, who had his back turned to them, with a thoughtful gaze.

Thereafter, they heard Ye Baiyi command, "Show yourself!"

He reached out a hand and made a grabbing motion. A large tile of stone fell from the wall of the enormous hall. The figure of a person flashed into view.

Zhou Zishu and the rest looked in the direction of Ye Baiyi’s gaze, and were temporarily stunned.

T/N: Certain representations of characters with physical disability in this chapter might be uncomfortable to some readers.

Chapter 49: Long Que[26]

By his features, that person looked about thirty years of age. Surprisingly, he was a quadriplegic; his limbs had shrunk to the size of those of a child’s, his exposed arms atrophied and wrinkled. His head was disproportionately huge and his neck was tilted to the side, as though it could not straighten one bit. He did not resemble a human at all, and looked greatly frightening. He sat on a wooden wheelchair, which slowly rolled out from that hole.

Ye Baiyi’s forehead creased slowly as he stared at that person. All of a sudden, he said, “You are not Long Que.”

Long Que and his Puppet Manor was a legend that had been circulating in the jianghu for a few decades; there was no way that the real Long Que could be this young. That person on the wheelchair emitted a screeching laugh, and said, “Of course, I am not.”

His eyes were extremely wide. Wen Kexing furtively whispered to Zhou Zishu, “Look at his eyes, don't they look like they’re about to fall out?”

Zhou Zishu felt that Wen Kexing had nothing better to do, as though Wen Kexing needed to jump at every opportunity to say something pointless no matter the situation, in order to feel like he had recouped whatever he had invested. He ignored him.

The person on the wheelchair screeched, “Who are you? You dare to barge into the Puppet Manor?”