"Master Wu!"
As Master Wu stepped out of the flower garden, a figure swiftly approached from a distance, carrying something in his hand.
"Longhu, good, good, it's good you're alive." Seeing Wang Longhu lively and vigorous, Master Wu finally felt relieved, putting down the large stone in his heart.
But as he got closer and saw the person Wang Longhu was holding, Master Wu's expression suddenly shifted.
From shock to delight, then to unbearable anger.
Even if he turned to ashes, he would never forget Qiao Qichong's face. In his dreams, Master Wu couldn't wait to skin Qiao Qichong and extract his tendons.
Because years ago, if it weren't for this second disciple Qiao Qichong taking the lead in making decisions, it wouldn't have been possible for Ma Bomeng and Tan Yuejin, those inexperienced youths, to dare lay a cruel hand on their master. They simply weren't that ruthless.
The root of all problems lay with Qiao Qichong; he was the true mastermind.
