Chapter 3284 — Just Here for the Soy Sauce
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
At this pompous speech, Qian Boguang burst out laughing again, and behind him, the whole crowd who had come along were thinking much the same: this old farmer was a scapegoat the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect had found, and the poor fool did not even realize he was about to die.
Lin Dongfang stood, slowly turned around, and fixed the crowd in the grocery with a piercing gaze. Among them were unfamiliar faces and familiar ones alike, and for a moment he was overcome with emotion.
"Y-y-y-you are—" The first to recognize who Lin Dongfang was turned out to be Zhong Yongliang! Small wonder, though. How could he forget the man who had once killed him with a single punch?
What a horrifying memory it was. He, the Frenzied Dragon Patriarch, a grand-master at the peak of the late Heaven Tier, had actually been slain with one punch? Who would believe it if told? And yet, more than a decade ago, that was exactly what had truly happened.
All those years in the grave, this man before him had been the Frenzied Dragon Patriarch's nightmare. Even after the patriarch had revived himself through Zhong Yongliang's body, if asked whom he least wished to see in this life, this man was one of them.
Yes, it had been too crushing. Seeing this man now, Zhong Yongliang had not the slightest thought of resistance. This was an absolute gap in strength, a chasm that could not be crossed—unlike his grudge with Wei Zhao.
He and Wei Zhao, after all, had started from roughly the same line, had been high school classmates. He believed he had it in him to finish Wei Zhao. But this man before him—Zhong Yongliang felt that even a hundred more years of training would be wasted effort. Even if he truly ascended to the Heavenly Dao, he reckoned he still would not be this man's match.
After all, more than a decade ago, this man was said to have already been an expert of the Heavenly Dao level—or perhaps even higher.
Lin Dongfang glanced at Zhong Yongliang with some puzzlement. This man he did not know, had never seen before. But the people beside him, those Lin Dongfang had seen.
"Frenzied Ox, is it not? More than ten years since we last met. What are you doing here?" Lin Dongfang smiled at the Frenzied Ox Patriarch beside Zhong Yongliang and asked.
"Ah? I— er—" Cold sweat burst out all over the Frenzied Ox Patriarch. He too had recognized who this man was. Was this not one of the Twin Vajra Demons? How had he turned up here? Had he not vanished? Had he not taken a group of people off to ascend to the Heavenly Dao?
Yet however Lin Dongfang had come to be here, the Frenzied Ox Patriarch was shaking from head to toe with fright, and he dared not fail to answer. With no way out, his wits made a sudden leap, and his eyes fell upon the soy sauce barrel inside the grocery. Overjoyed, he blurted out at once, "Mr. Dongfang, I came to buy soy sauce!"
With that, the Frenzied Ox Patriarch turned and went looking for Widow Wang, calling out, "Shopkeeper, some soy sauce for me— ah, this soy sauce, it really does go fast, gone again so soon—"
(To be continued,