"The great path leads to the heavens, each goes their own way. We don't wish to meddle in your grievances. How about we just part ways today?"
"Don't push us too far. If we really start fighting, with the four of us against your three, who will come out on top... it's still uncertain."
Fang Zheng's eyes flickered briefly, but he said nothing.
"Hmm..." Qian Fusong rested his chin in his hand, seemingly in deep thought.
"Hmph!"
Uncle Zheng snorted coldly:
"The person named Fang Zheng is the owner of Square Porcelain in Gu'an County. He came here to obtain the inheritance of a Master Martial Sect."
"And now..."
"The inheritance is in his arms!"
As these words fell, the expressions of those present changed dramatically.
"Hmm?"
"What?"
"Uncle Zheng!"
Chen Jiuniang looked surprised. Before she could speak, she was hit hard from behind, coughed up blood, and stumbled forward.
"Jiuniang."
Behind her, Uncle Zheng clenched his fist, his gaze complicated:
"Don't blame me."
