And just as Chen Qiu was about to get up—
The scene before him suddenly began to change, and he found himself at the place where he had first met Fat Long, outside the gates of Fufeng City, surrounded by onlookers who were crammed around to watch the spectacle.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"
A familiar voice rang in his ears. Turning around, he saw Fat Long running toward him with his head bowed, as if he was afraid of letting anyone see his face.
"Hmm?"
Chen Qiu glanced around with a slightly furrowed brow. Was this an illusion too, or a memory?
Next to Fat Long, a panel enveloped in mist reappeared.
"This is your beloved kin, siblings..."
"Crack!"
Before the panel could fully manifest, Chen Qiu's long sword had already pierced through it, thrusting directly into the embrace of the unresistant Fat Long.
