Not enemies no meeting!
The two who had a falling out locked eyes, sparks seemingly flying!
Seeing Yang Meng display an exceedingly refined force technique, Liang Laoshu remained unmoved.
He kept both hands in his sleeves, responding with an indifferent expression:
"You're so capable at fighting, why not kill all the demon fish in the Black Water River? Consider it a good deed, accumulating virtue and benevolence, maybe bringing some blessings to your descendants.
Oh, I forgot, at your age, you might not have any!"
Yang Meng's face was dry like tree bark, and as he rubbed his calloused palms together, grain-sized bits turned to powder:
"Be careful not to laugh yourself into misery, Liang Laoshu!
Your son was promoted to steward because of twenty ghost pattern fish, I can let that go.
Today's visit is just to ask one question, where did they come from?"
Liang Laoshu rubbed his gums, his tone faint:
