บท 159: Traces of the Golden Scale Picture (1)

It was silent in the stone room.

Cheng Shilu's entire body was soaking in the pool water and didn't move at all. Wisps of mist were floating on the surface of the water, and his bronze skin showed a reddish color, as if he were soaking in boiling water.

Thump, thump!

Footsteps and knocks sounded from outside.

"Master? Master? There's trouble…"

Clatter!

Anger appeared on Cheng Shilu's face. He flipped over, quickly put on his robe, went to the study outside the stone room, and cursed angrily, "Why are you shouting in the middle of the night? Is your father dead?"

"Master, someone from the Red Flower Pavilion is here. It's Ye Silang."

?!

Cheng Shilu was furious. He touched his bald head. "Why did he come to the Iron Buddha Ridge? The Baoyuan School is in Broad Crossing. Is he planning to fight me?"

"I don't know. Ye Silang is waiting in the hall. Master, go over quickly…"