Lin Kong hunched over, his steps ready to turn and escape, but upon hearing the words, he stopped, feeling a bit pleased in his heart, and cautiously asked, "You... you don't recognize me?"
The old man gave him a strange glance, continued munching on the beef jerky, and leisurely said, "Who are you? Why should we recognize you?"
Phew! Lin Kong sighed deeply in relief; it's good they don't recognize him. He had thought it was the Plague God Long Rui chasing him again. Having lost all his martial arts, if caught by the enemy, he would only meet death.
So, no matter what, he had to endure these two weeks, waiting for his martial power to gradually recover.
"Hey! Where's my Birdy?"
Realizing the two in front of him weren't enemies, Lin Kong relaxed completely and began looking for Xiao Jiu. He had managed to catch this bird with much difficulty, and couldn't let it escape.
The old man looked utterly confused: "What Birdy? There was nothing when we came in."
