Chapter 3288 — All Fell Silent
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Seeing that Lin Dongfang had indeed let them go, the others hurriedly and hastily departed from West Star Mountain Village, leaving only the Bloody Garment Patriarch, the Yellow Springs Patriarch, and the Grim Patriarch.
"I'm a bit thirsty. I'm going to get some water—you two want some as well?" Lin Dongfang casually walked over to that spirit spring, cupped his hands to scoop up a bowlful, and tipped it straight into his mouth.
"We'll pass..." The three Patriarchs had just been drinking wine and were not thirsty at all. Besides, water from some random mountain spring—was that even fit to drink? Though they were sure Lin Dongfang meant them no harm, an upset stomach would be no fun either.
Lin Dongfang did not press them. He casually finished his water and made ready to descend the mountain. "Let's go. We'll head back and keep drinking."
"Sure!" The three Patriarchs nodded eagerly in agreement...
The Black Horse Association's seclusion elder bore Qian Puguang's corpse away, took his leave of Mad Bull Patriarch, Dongfang Badao, and the rest, and departed in haste. By now he had no thought of revenge left in him; he rather regretted that the Black Horse Association had waded into these murky waters at all. Two top-tier experts at the peak of the late Heaven rank, at perfect consummation, had died, and in one stroke the Black Horse Association had fallen from a foremost ancient sect to a mid-tier one. But whose fault was that?
Earlier, it had been a botched mission—and when you took a mission, you had to accept that you might die. Not everyone could be the one doing the killing; you might well be the one killed! As for Qian Puguang, he had simply courted his own death. He had called out to him time and again, and still the man could not read the situation. Whose fault was that?
The seclusion elder had spent years in seclusion, but this time he had no choice but to come out and take charge of the Black Horse Association—at the very least, he would have to wait until a successor had been cultivated before he could return to seclusion.
As for Dongfang Badao, after the seclusion elder departed, he glanced at the assembled members of the Tomorrow Upon Tomorrow Cult and shook his head. Then he too left quickly. Though a thousand hatreds burned in his heart, he knew this was not the moment; he could not afford to fall out openly with Mad Bull Patriarch and the others.
"Fool!" Zhong Yongliang spat on the ground as he watched Dongfang Badao's receding back and cursed: "Such a golden chance to find himself a backer, and he doesn't even know how to seize it—truly blinded by hatred! I've been beaten to death once already, and I'm not carrying that much of a grudge!"
"Senior Martial Brother, a man like that isn't worth getting angry over. Like you said, he's courting death. If you don't court death, you won't die!" Mad Bull Patriarch nodded in wholehearted agreement. He felt that ever since his senior martial brother had been reborn, his words had become very trendy and very sensible.
"Master, Mad Bull Patriarch—so what do we do now?" Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable asked cautiously.
Though Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable was now a formidable expert at the peak of the late Heaven rank, at perfect consummation, before these two Patriarchs he remained meticulously careful and never presumed to overstep by even half a step.
"Let's go back to the sect," Zhong Yongliang said with a wave of his hand.
"Then... what about Wei Zhao?" Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable asked cautiously.
"We'll see. Let's wait and watch for now—see what the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect and Wei Zhao's hiring rules actually look like. If the Bloody Garment Yellow Springs Sect means to interfere, then we really have no good options." Zhong Yongliang spoke with some headache.
"As Master says." Pure Yang Heavenly Venerable nodded. "Then we'll set it aside for now."