Chen Jiu, the old man with a mountain-goatee, the bald-headed old man wearing yellow robes, and Xue Ying all flew together towards the Crimson Rock Mountain.
"Xue Ying, from this point forward, we’ll be brothers in arms. You probably don’t even know the names of Uncle Fu and Old Thief right here, am I correct?" Chen Jiu laughed. "Haha, I’ll introduce you to them first. Old Thief over here is also known as Chen Gu. Meanwhile, Uncle Fu’s actual name is Chen Fu."
Chen Gu, the old man with the mountain-goatee, laughed. "You can just call me Old Thief in the future."
"Greetings, brother Dong Bo Xue Ying. You can just call me Chen Fu." The bald old man with yellow robes wore a lopsided grin. "I’ll be troubling you for assistance once we enter Crimson Rock Mountain."
Xue Ying replied, "Chen Fu, Old Thief, we live together and die together. Let us help one another when we can."
Chen Jiu, Chen Gu, Chen Fu…were they from the same clan?
Xue Ying found this interesting to note.
