Seeing this, Hou Shaojie finally let go of Lin Chang'sheng.
"Long Yang, you bastard, how dare a loser talk back? You think you're some kind of genius from the Immortal Martial Hall? More like a top-class freak from the Hall of Trash!"
Hou Shaojie cursed impatiently.
Even though he might not beat Liu Qi, Liu Qi definitely ranked lower than Lin Chang'sheng.
"You—"
"Enough, back to the Sect!"
The Elder from Immortal Martial Hall cut him off in annoyance, and left straight away.
What's the point of arguing here?
Lin Chang'sheng noticed that Yang Huaizhen had almost fully recovered today and could move on his own, showing just how potent the Immortal Martial Hall's elixirs were.
"Brother Lin, farewell! May fate see us meet again!"
Yang Huaizhen cupped his hands, showing he really respected Lin Chang'sheng.
"Take care, Brother Yang!"
Lin Chang'sheng replied in turn.
The Elder from Immortal Martial Hall waved and summoned a flying palanquin, and their group rode away in style.
