Chapter 79: Clouds Rise Over the Stream, the Sun Sets Behind the Pavilion
“What brings you to this Baijing City, Brother Haoran?”
Young Master Gu raised his wine cup. Opposite him, Zheng Haoran was lying flat across three chairs, using his chopsticks to hold a piece of shredded meat high in the air before releasing them, letting the meat fall into his mouth.
“What else could it be? Because of that seventeen-year-old kid,” Zheng Haoran said nonchalantly.
“He’s already dead!”
Meng Feifan said in a deep, hushed tone. He felt sick just hearing that name now; even if Young Master Gu claimed he wasn’t dead, that was merely his own speculation!
The Vermillion Bird Slaying Star Arrow had already been used, and his leg was still crippled to this day. If Gu Shiyi wasn’t dead, wouldn’t that make him a laughingstock?
“Hmm, that’s what I told those old codgers from the True Martial Sect as well, but the old codger in me…”
Zheng Haoran climbed up and looked at Meng Feifan. “What if he isn’t dead?”
Meng Feifan froze, his brows knitting tightly as he fell silent.
Zheng Haoran leaned back against the chair, looking somewhat irritable. “It’s all your fault. In the jianghu, they say you’re the number one under the Ten Quasi-Martial Saints, and this time you even used the Vermillion Bird Slaying Star Arrow.
Doesn’t that mean that if that kid didn’t die, he would be a ‘Ten Quasi-Martial Saint’ in the truest sense? You know how loose-lipped the people in the jianghu are; I’m afraid by then, his reputation will spread for a thousand miles!
