The man's reaction was intense, as he paced back and forth on the spot, his expression filled with deep sorrow, as if he had lost his closest kin.
Watching him like this, Ye Qing also felt a pang of heartache. Having experienced so much in Shenchuan City, Ye Qing had come to understand that what Third Master Li had given him was not only the skills of Bajiquan but also the network he left behind. Ye Qing's safety in Shenchuan City depended not only on his own strength but also on the prestige of Third Master Li.
"How did Third Master die?" The man suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Qing, saying, "Third Master was the Northern Fist King, skilled both internally and externally. His strength was against the heavens, so how could he just die like that? Tell me, how did he really die? Was he murdered by someone?"
