Ye Di turned to Bu Liuqing with a smile. "Elder Bu, I'll take my leave. Our time ahead is long; we shall meet again."
Bu Liuqing huffed, "Get lost!"
"Wait!" Chu Yang slowly got to his feet. He asked solemnly, "Who was the one who killed Ling Hanwu? Step forward!"
An elderly man dressed in robes of black snorted heavily and came up to him, his mannerisms haughty and arrogant. He said, "I'm the one who killed him. My name is Ye Se! What, are you intending to avenge him?"
Chu Yang looked at him coldly. "Ye Se! Not bad, not bad. And the one who injured my Teacher and his wife?"
"That's also me." Ye Se scoffed derisively, "He was so weak that it was laughable. It was just a palm strike with only one-tenth of my power and he couldn't even withstand it. And he dares to speak of 'taking revenge with his own hands'?"
"What a foul mouth this man has!" Chu Yang remarked with indifference.