Medicine King Hall's main hall filled with laughter that echoed from the inner courtyard, as loud as thunder.
Surrounded by a crowd in the middle of the hall, Chen Ku immediately recognized the owner of the voice.
Master Yang? Master Yang has returned. It seems that during the half-day I was resting, Master Yang and the other masters successfully rounded up all those Demon People from Peace Path who appeared in the city today.
As this thought flickered through Chen Ku's mind, the blue curtain at the back of the hall was lifted, and the tall figure of Master Yang emerged first, followed by his disciple, Yang Shaoqi. Ke Yansheng followed closely, his expression somewhat frustrated.
"HAHAHA, good disciple."
Upon emerging, Yang Luochen saw the young man in the long robe in the hall, the twinkle in his eyes impossible to hide. He strode over, looking at Chen Ku as if appraising a treasured possession.
