"Qiangzi!"
"Brother Chen!"
Jiang Qiang hurried over in two strides per three steps, about to kneel and bow.
"Eh? Are you playing this trick with me again?" Chen Dengming looked unhappy.
Jiang Qiang gave a knowing smirk and quickly gave up his bows, and then a thought struck him, he asked,
"Brother Chen, did you hear the commotion from hundreds of miles away yesterday?"
Chen Dengming smirked and responded, "You're so clever, Qiangzi, could it be that you haven't figured it out yet?"
Jiang Qiang was both surprised and elated, "So, it was you who made all the commotion, Brother Chen! You really scared us lackeys. Many cultivators fled from the Brocade Mill last night, and more did so today. You're not hurt, are you?"
"A slight injury, but it's already healed," Chen Dengming waved his hand and spoke solemnly.
"You should already have received some information."
