Chapter 13

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Chapter 13


The response of the person in the cave was a thundering roar which boomed in their ears. Cheng Qian suddenly felt his chest tighten, as well as some disgust that almost made him vomit.

Through the aftersound, he struggled to recognize what she said.

A concise and wrathful "Scram!"

That was an aged woman's voice, rough and gravelly with a tinge of gruesome viciousness, highly resembling the image of an old hag, who fed on humans and kept their hearts, from folklore.

Kneading his ears, Cheng Qian was unsure about which words enraged her, "Fuyao Sect" or "his master"?

Didn't first senior brother say he paid her a new-year visit? Did he bow to her at a distance of three Li1 back then?

Surprised and bewildered, Cheng Qian glanced over his shoulder at Yan Zhengming.

To be honest, Cheng Qian and Li Yun, one thought a great deal of himself, and the other had a rich stock of wicked ideas. But they did have one thing in common – neither of them acknowledged their first senior brother as something.

But judging from the current situation, they had to agree that in the event they had to fight, first senior brother was the only person they could barely count on.

He was the oldest and the tallest, and he had learned swordplay for the longest time; on top of that, he had energy feel.

Too bad the strongest man's sword hadn't even been unsheathed when the old monster's mere feather sent it into the air.

Yan Zhengming looked livid. Beads of cold sweat broke out on his temples and were running down his cheeks. For the sake of decency or something, he didn't withdraw even a half step, and moreover, he even forced a haughty smile.

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Even though he was gallant, Cheng Qian preferred him not to smile. Because his smile always made Cheng Qian want to slap him with the sole of his shoe, and if that smile angered the big monster, they would be absolutely screwed.

"Since Zhenren is unwilling to meet guests, we as juniors shouldn't have visited. But last night, a thoughtless disciple stumbled into the valley and has been missing for a whole night." After a pause to make himself sound more justified, Yan Zhengming continued, "According to my master, seniors in the cave have been neighboring our sect ever since it was founded, and we've been at peace all these years. Senior, you are the bigger person, you surely don't want to hurt the harmony between both sides just because of a little kid, do you?"

Although his statement wasn't very fluent, it still inspired wonder in Cheng Qian.

For one thing, Cheng Qian didn't expect that the first senior brother who couldn't even remain seated, had the guts to reason with a big monster. For another, he discovered that this young master wasn't untactful, but he simply preferred to be constantly indulged on master's love.

Nevertheless, his reasonable lengthy speech touched Cheng Qian, yet it failed to persuade the hen inside. Zipeng Zhenren's reply remained the same, the single word, "Scram!"

Yan Zhengming almost bursted with anger, but he suppressed it – although embarrassed, he didn't get into a huff on the spot.

Young master Yan was only headstrong, but he didn't like asking for trouble. Any fifteen or sixteen year old teenager, as long as he wasn't a complete dunce, would be able to distinguish between those he could afford to provoke and those he couldn't.

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