YM778.TV Chapter 1281: 1281: Those Who Shouldn't Have Come Have Also Arrived
Ximen Song pulled Beiting Huang to the back, and only after Nangong Qianxi and her sister had walked a bit away did Ximen Song turn to Beiting Huang with a salute, “Little Ninth, I’m not willing to impose, but my grandfather insists I thank you in person!”
Ximen Song, in a white nine-dragon and nine-phoenix brocade robe, appeared as elegantly as bamboo bending in a gentle breeze. When Beiting Huang saw him awkwardly salute, he couldn’t help but chuckle, sending a burst of power to lift Ximen Song’s form. “Without saying anything, Brother Ximen, how would I know what you’re thanking me for?”
Beiting Huang knew it was the Ximen Family expressing their gratitude. It was he who had located Ximen Bai and his son. The Ximen Family had believed Ximen Bai to have died long ago, and had been shocked to learn that a direct line of their blood had been suffering outside for so many years. Once they became aware, they couldn’t help but feel pained.
Luckily, it was Beiting Huang who had cured Ximen Bai’s legs and restored the strength in his body, giving him the courage to continue living.
Having been apart for so long, they had much to discuss. Beiting Huang asked about the recent situation of Ximen Bai and his son, “How is Little Rong doing? Is Brother Ximen Bai doing well recently?”
“Little Rong has been playing with Ah Meow recently. These two rascals, because of the medicinal pills you fed them, are the strongest in their generation, and each has a magical beast. They hang around together every day, and without a fight, they can’t even sleep. My brother and Mo Li have been tirelessly researching alchemy, almost rivaling that lunatic, Master Ai Lan,” said Ximen Song with a shake of his head and a smile.
“Hey, hey, right here, right here, let’s go in and take a look!” Dongfang Jiao, who was leading at the front, stopped, pointing to a Spiritual Weapon shop on the side of the street, “I want to buy a divine weapon, come with me and take a look!”
This fellow, blustering as he was, calling out for a divine weapon made the passing pedestrians stop in their tracks and turn towards Dongfang Jiao.
Beiting Huang and Ximen Song exchanged a glance, each seeing an expression of helplessness in the other’s eyes, and they followed Dongfang Jiao into the shop reluctantly. A whole group of young masters and noble ladies entered, and the shopkeeper greeted them eagerly, “Young master, you truly have an eye for quality. To buy a divine weapon, you must come to Yan City. Our transactions here are utterly fair, serving both the old and the young with honesty. Every weapon in this store was refined by myself, and right this way, these are divine weapons.”
Dongfang Jiao wasn’t about to just take the shopkeeper’s word for it. He turned and asked Liu Xu, “Could you have a look for me and tell me if what he says is true?”
Dongfang Jiao spoke loud enough for the shopkeeper, who was an expert himself, to hear, undoubtedly on purpose. Liu Xu exchanged a helpless glance with the shopkeeper and shook his head, “Master Qi Shan is my father’s junior brother, a God-level refiner. He won’t deceive you!”
“Ah? A familiar face?” Dongfang Jiao leaped up in shock, “You little rascal, your family sells divine weapons, why on earth didn’t you tell me sooner!”
Liu Xu pulled Dongfang Jiao’s hand down again, his smile more pathetic than if he were crying, “You know not everyone can just come to Yan City. If it weren’t for the big event the day after tomorrow, Yan City would not be open to the public at all.”
Hearing this, Beiting Huang also felt relieved. Regardless of the price, as long as they could buy genuine articles, it was fine. As he stepped back towards the door, a familiar voice came from down the street, “Xu Xiaomo, don’t push your luck too far. Fighting is forbidden within Yan City. Even if you follow me every step of the way, what can you do?”