Yang Ruxin’s lips twitched slightly, but he still handed him a roasted chicken.
Ming Guang imdiately started munching away, seemingly having forgotten the fight he just had.
On the other side, Tang Kun struggled to get up, but unfortunately coughed up a mouthful of blood. This ti he was truly injured, and the Inner Strength from the drugs had a ti limit. Unlike Ming Guang, whose Inner Strength was his own, not only would it not deplete, but it would continue to increase.
So, in the short term, Tang Kun could fight Ming Guang to a draw, but over ti, the gap in their skills beca apparent.
At this mont, Tang Kun’s loyal subordinates had already rushed over to help him up.
"Master Ming Guang, that man cannot be allowed to stay," Gu Qingheng said helplessly; this person’s personality was too hard to decipher.
Ming Guang, with a chicken leg in his mouth, glanced at Gu Qingheng, then at Yang Ruxin, and nodded, "Alright." He then leaped forward.
But just before they could engage again, a large explosion suddenly erupted behind them, shaking the entire mountaintop and startling everyone.
At that mont, a plu of black smoke suddenly rose from the mountaintop.
When the smoke cleared, Tang Kun was nowhere to be seen.
"He escaped!" Gu Qingheng scanned the surroundings.
"We should head down as well," Yang Ruxin frowned, "You’re all injured and need to recuperate." The sky was getting dark, and staying would be dangerous.
"But what about Master and Mistress..."
"I’ll have Xiaohei take down," Yang Ruxin looked at Gu Qingheng, "You’re injured and can’t take any risks."
"No way."
"Oh, Xinxin, I’ll go with you," Dao Xuzi chid in before Gu Qingheng could finish, "If those two old folks are dead, then it’s fate. If they’re not, I’ll help you bring them back."
Yang Ruxin glanced at Dao Xuzi, wondering how this old man could be so open-minded. Or perhaps he had truly seen through life.
"Don’t look at like that. At our age, we’ve long seen through everything," Dao Xuzi smiled, "No one’s going to cry over who dies. You might say I have a hard heart."
Yang Ruxin smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. It’s not wrong to be sad, nor is it wrong not to be, for neither can undo what’s happened. So just do your best.
"But, senior..." Gu Qingheng still wanted to persuade him.
"But what? Are you saying my skills aren’t as good as yours?" Dao Xuzi glared.
Gu Qingheng was rendered speechless and, after a mont’s silence, persisted, "Then I’m going with you, I don’t need to go down."
"You stubborn brat..."
"Then let’s go," Yang Ruxin had no choice but to agree because this man was so stubborn when it ca to his matters. Although helpless, it was sweet, "This ti, listen to ." It was only then he realized Song San, who had stayed on the mountaintop, was missing, but he didn’t think much of it.
Upon hearing about the rescue mission, Ming Yu, Master Wuwang, and a few other skilled fighters decided to join, to ensure mutual care.
The chivalrous spirit of those in the martial world was evident.
By the ti they reached the back mountain, the sun had already set, leaving only the afterglow. The visibility was still good, but the bottom couldn’t be seen clearly. All they could see was a piece of white clothing not far below, likely a corner of Nian Qianqian’s robe.
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