Chapter 3830 — Waiting One Hour
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
So long as the boy shrank inside and would not come out, there was no way to touch him. But the instant he set foot beyond the guild's doors, a peak late-stage Foundation Establishment expert would fix his eyes on him, and he would be a dead man on the spot. How to answer that multiple-choice question ought to be plain at a glance.
"He won't. When we crossed hands last time, I could tell—this brat isn't the sort to have no guts. He'll definitely come out," Yu Jiang said with a shake of his head.
After that last life-and-death clash, he might still not know Wei Zhao's true identity, but when it came to understanding the man, he likely surpassed the vast majority of those at the Welcome New Pavilion. If Wei Zhao truly were such a gutless coward, how could he possibly have bested him—a skilled mid-stage Foundation Establishment expert—last time?
To challenge above one's level demanded not only strength, but also daring and self-confidence. Not one of the three could be lacking.
"Tch. It's been a full hour already. At this rate, who knows how long we'll be waiting? Forget it—disciple, you keep watching here. Your master will go up and have a cup of tea first." Nan Tianyong shot Yu Jiang a disdainful look and turned to enter the shop behind them, where private rooms upstairs offered a place to rest.
But just as Nan Tianyong turned, Yu Jiang gave a violent start. His eyes, fixed hard on the Hong Merchant Guild, flew wide open. "Master—he's coming out!"
"What? Knowing full well this old man is sitting watch right here, that brat still dares to come out?" Nan Tianyong jolted, turning to look in disbelief. Following the direction of Yu Jiang's pointing finger, he saw a figure with a cloth sack on his back slowly emerging from the main gate of the Hong Merchant Guild.
That figure was indeed the very one they had glimpsed at the second-floor window earlier—the cause of it all, the one who had nearly cost Yu Jiang his life last time and left Nan Tianyong swallowing a bellyful of frustration at the Hong Merchant Guild. Lin Er.
"This fellow—I truly don't know whether to call him brave or to call him suicidal!" Watching Wei Zhao's figure, Yu Jiang could not help but feel the veins stand out on his brow, his face turning hideous.
Though he had believed this Lin Er would not be so craven as to hide inside the Hong Merchant Guild forever, he had never imagined that after a mere hour, the fellow would dare show himself—and alone at that, without seeking a single helper from the guild.
"Need you ask? Suicidal, of course! With your master standing here, can a mere peak early-stage Foundation Establishment brat like this hope to walk away alive?" Nan Tianyong threw back his head and laughed.
For a peak late-stage Foundation Establishment expert of his caliber to deign to strike personally—for any peak early-stage Foundation Establishment expert, that could only be called an honor. Of course, behind that honor lay death; there was no other possibility.
"Heh heh, with Master here, that brat is dead for certain this time! But the fellow is devious and slippery, so Master, whatever you do, don't give him a single moment to catch his breath or open his mouth—wipe him out with one move the moment you meet, and avenge your disciple!" Yu Jiang urged Nan Tianyong on from the side, his eyes narrowed with venomous spite.
He had said this deliberately because he feared his master might wring some question out of Lin Er that should not be asked—the Star-Ink Stone, for instance.
He had brought Nan Tianyong here solely to kill this Lin Er and take his revenge, to be sure there would be no repeat of last time's debacle. That was why he had brought along a top-tier thug!