"I don't understand what you're saying."

Bai Jianghe... has run out of blood to vomit.

"By the way, is the next competition still postponed for two months? You guys look pretty miserable, three months would be fine too."

[Bai Jianghe (dizziness)]

A few days later, you heard that the Baishui Martial Arts School had moved away from Lihu City, and you felt a little disappointed.

[You thought that was the end of it, but what happened next made you realize something.]

A powerful martial artist stormed in, sending Xu Ruohai flying backward and coughing up blood with a single palm strike.

Yun Shou: "Why did you say 'again'?"

This martial artist was a master martial artist. He claimed to have heard that the Qinghe Gang here was rife with evil and despicable acts, so he came specifically to teach them a lesson.

[He is Zhao Yuan, a potential grandmaster of the Yangyao Sect. He has already condensed his martial will and may even reach the Grandmaster realm!]

Yun Shou: (?▼Yi▼)

grass!

So you and Bai Jianghe had a secret affair all along!

Last time I thought you were stubborn and impartial, but this time you're acting like you're ridding the people of a scourge...

"You bastard!"

The seventh-generation old cloud voiced the true thoughts of its original form.

The experience of fleeing hundreds of miles last time is still vivid in my mind. Although you didn't inherit the memories, just seeing those words is enough to feel that every word is written in tears.

[He was just a fifteen-year-old child! Yet he was relentlessly hunted down by a group of ruthless bastards, with nowhere to run or escape.]

You spoke with him at least a bit last time and explained things to him, but this time you don't need to—not at all!

You raise your broadsword and slash at the enemy!