He Yong was an unbridled character completely out of control. His unkempt beard shook as he brayed with laughter. “I’ve been on the road for three days and traveled without stop to get here. It’s a damned shame to not see Yuan Shuo battle the Qimei Staff! Did you get to watch it?!”1

“I did, and it was absolutely brilliant!” Hong Yitang called out. “The Five Styles battled the Qimei Staff and the Qimei Staff won by a single move! However, the Qimei Staff King lost his life for it…”0

“Really? The Qimei Staff won?” He Yong whooped. “I don’t believe it! Did Old Demon Yuan go easy on him? Hahaha, Sun Yifei did not die in vain. I would think it worth it too if I could witness the splendor of a Summoner of Spirit!0

“Kid, are you coming with me?” He looked at Li Hao again. “Silver Moon is not what it once was. Who would dare come and make trouble in those days?0

“Whoever came would die!” he barked with laughter. “Whoever didn’t want to die had to cower and call me granddaddy! You had to fight your way upwards and earned the right to stand in Silver Moon only after beating everyone! Wanting to make a stand without killing a few renowned martial...2