Chapter 4967 — If It's War You Want
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Still, on second thought, that was only natural—it was only after Zhuang Yifan took the Earth-Solidifying Pill that such a thing could be possible. Human nature, after all.
"Haha, from the very first time we met I felt we should have known each other long ago, and that feeling has only grown stronger with time. Come, come, we must drink a cup together to celebrate—and to see Brother Lin off while we're at it." Zhuang Yifan proposed.
"Good, I'll have it arranged at once." Wei Zhao immediately called Li Ren over. They had not yet set sail from port, so while the iron was hot he might as well deepen his bond with Zhuang Yifan—this was, after all, a powerful ally for the days ahead.
But before the wine and dishes arrived, a sudden clamor broke out beyond the ship, and the now-familiar howling of the wild wind came again. Wei Zhao and Zhuang Yifan both froze for an instant. Could Chang Minghui have come sweeping back?
"You there, brat named Lin, get out here and meet your death!" A ferocious, savage voice echoed outside the ship. It was Chang Minghui, sure enough.
Hearing that voice, Wei Zhao was not alarmed but delighted. He had been worrying over how this pest haunted them so, and here it had delivered itself to their door. And by the most convenient coincidence, Zhuang Yifan had just laid down his bold words—this fellow had practically jumped out to test Zhuang Yifan on the spot.
"Let's go take a look." Zhuang Yifan's face darkened, and he took the lead out of the cabin.
At this moment a gigantic golden eagle with ghostly eyes hovered in midair, and on its back stood Chang Minghui. Yet beside him there was another man as well—a middle-aged man with long hair and a black beard.
At the sight, Wei Zhao, Liu Ziqi, and the rest all felt their hearts turn cold. Chang Minghui himself was no one to trifle with, yet the aura of the middle-aged man standing beside him far surpassed his. The man did not feel like any Mountain-Opening expert at all, but rather a great master of the Earth-Splitting stage, on the same level as Zhuang Yifan!
"Chang Tianwen!" Zhuang Yifan's eyelid twitched as well, and he spoke the middle-aged man's name aloud.
"Heh heh, parted so many years, and Guild Master Zhuang is in fine health, I trust." Chang Tianwen's face carried a trace of mockery and smugness. It seemed the two had some old grudge between them—at the very least, they were certainly no friends of the same path.
"You should be staying in the Mystic-Rank sea region—what are you doing here? This is the territory of the Yellow-Rank Academy Alliance. By the rules, you must announce yourself before coming. Barging in like this is far too unseemly, is it not?" Zhuang Yifan said in a low voice.
"So many years have passed, and Guild Master Zhuang still speaks without the least regard for feeling. For people of our caliber, what use is there in such rules?" Chang Tianwen curled his lip with a disdainful smile, then said: "I came here for no other reason than to seek justice for my clansman Chang Minghui. I hear someone here beat his wife and son half to death—as the Guild Master of the Alliance, ought you not look into it?"
At these words, Wei Zhao and the others finally understood. So this man was Chang Minghui's elder clansman—Chang Minghui was, in short, running to the family patriarch after taking a beating. So even late Mountain-Opening experts were only human, with thoughts no different from anyone else's.
"This was their own private feud, and everything was spoken plainly beforehand. My Academy Alliance neither needs to meddle nor may meddle. If they came off worse, they have only their own lack of strength to blame. Who else can they fault?" Zhuang Yifan snorted mercilessly.