The First Volume of Ghost Hand: The Sharp Edge of a Heavenly Doctor 050 Her Departure

  "Do you know him?" The words were spoken to Emperor Xun beside him, but his gaze fell on the middle-aged man in gray robes.

  "The one behind is Shaobai's father, the master of the Liu family, Liu Ziyang. How did he come to the Imperial City? I haven't heard Shaobai mention it before. As for that person, I don't recognize him, but his strength is very strong. Although the fluctuations in his martial arts power have been suppressed, I can still feel it, and he must not be an ordinary person."

  "Boatman, pole the boat over." He instructed, his eyes falling on that grey-robed middle-aged man.

  At this time, the two people talking on the opposite boat seemed to notice that their boats were approaching each other. Turning around, a hint of surprise flashed in Liu Ziyang's eyes: "Cousin, I didn't expect to meet you here." His gaze moved away from Di Shangmiao and fell on Tang Xin: "And who is this?"

  He cupped his hands in a salute: "I've met you before, Uncle Liu. This is the thousand gold of Prime Minister Zuo, Tang Xin."

  "Ah! So it's the Prime Minister's daughter, a true noble lady, outstanding in every way." He said with a smile, his eyes scanning Tang Xin's body.

  "Tang Xin has met Master Liu before." She gave a slight bow, her movements elegant and refined, allowing him to take in her appearance.

  "Liushibo, I wonder who this senior is?" Emperor Ming's gaze fell on the gray-robed man.

  "He...," Liu Ziyang hesitated for a moment before saying: "He is an old friend of mine, surname Lin."

  Not missing his hesitation, Emperor Xiao and Tang Xin secretly thought to themselves, who is he? A person with such strength would not be unknown on the Dragon Continent, but since he didn't reveal his name, he must have some taboo.

  "I've met Lin Xianzhi before."

  "Seniors have courtesy."

  "Hehe, no need for formalities." With a wave of his hand, he effortlessly lifted the two of them up.

  Di Yan's heart was shocked, this kind of strength is absolutely at the peak level of Wuzong! In the Dragon and Tiger Continent, there are about fifty strong Wuzong, but those who have reached the peak of Wuzong can be counted on one hand. As for the Wu Sheng level, apart from those few people he met in the Tang family that day, there is only Mu Tianyu. However, those old men had strange movements and had already retired from Jianghu, so there are hardly any strong people walking around on the mainland, yet in front of him, there is actually one!

  It's a well-known fact that it's hard to make friends with the strong, and a peak-level martial artist is an even more unshakeable presence. Some people spend over a decade or even several decades cultivating to the Martial Ancestor level, but they can't break through to the Martial Saint level in their lifetime. On the Dragon Continent, there isn't a single expert who has reached the fifth rank of the Martial Saint level or higher.

  It is precisely because of this that Mu Tianyu can be so stable in the imperial court with his Martial Saint's strength. If it were someone else who couldn't withstand a single blow, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be an imperial system on the Dragon Continent.

  While standing beside him, Tang Xin was picked up and slightly closed her eyes, because the gray-clothed man's inquiring gaze had been falling on her body. Her strength was so profound that even Wu Sheng-level Mo Tianyou couldn't see through half of it. This Wu Zong peak actually had a keen observational power.

  "Could the girl also be a cultivator?" A strange and curious aura, seemingly there yet not, ethereal and elusive, but he always felt a wisp of spiritual energy. However, upon closer inspection, he saw that her body didn't have even the slightest fluctuation of martial power. What was the reason for this?

  Because of his words, Liu Ziyang and Di Shangmo were both stunned, seemingly puzzled as to why he had asked this question. After all, anyone who cultivates can see that there is no fluctuation of martial power on Tang Xin's body. In that case, what did his words mean?

  Tang's eyes sparkled with a smile as she raised her gaze to look directly at the grey-robed man on the opposite boat: "I don't have any martial power to cultivate." However, I cultivate spiritual energy.

  The man in grey clothes looked at her thoughtfully, somehow feeling that there was more to her words than met the eye. Just as he was about to ask again, Liu Ziyang beside him spoke up.

  "Brother Lin, Miss Tang was tested at the age of five and found to have no martial arts talent, so she is not a cultivator." He then apologized to Tang Xin, "Miss Tang, I'm really sorry, Brother Lin is not from the imperial city, he doesn't know about these things."

  One sentence made Tang Xin take a closer look at Liu Shaobai's father, and with his cultivation and status, he would consider her feelings, which was indeed rare. So, she smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

  One sentence that I'm used to, yet evokes three different emotions in the hearts of these three people. The man in gray is deeply pondering her words, Liu Ziyang lets out a soft sigh with a hint of bitterness, while Emperor Mo looks at her with pity, thinking that she must have suffered greatly due to her inability to cultivate.

  But they didn't know that her casual remark was just a habit of hers, and she really thought it didn't matter, after all, such misunderstandings weren't rare.

  "Master! Something's wrong!"

  At this time, a voice full of anxiety came from the horizon, and several people looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a man in black clothes stepping on the wind and coming over, his toes lightly touching the surface of the lake, creating ripples, and his figure spinning around before landing at the bow of their boat.

  What beautiful footwork!

  Tang Xinxin gave a thumbs up, with a hint of curiosity falling on the mysterious man in black.

  The man in grey robes furrowed his brow as soon as he saw him, and a bad premonition suddenly rose up in his heart: "Xuan Yi, why have you left that demon unattended to come here?"

  "Master, I was irresponsible and let him escape." The man in black knelt on the ground, his face filled with self-reproach.

  "What!" The man in gray was shocked, raised his collar and shouted: "What's going on!" The strong pressure dissipated with this angry shout, the ripples on the lake surface spread out in circles, and a suffocating atmosphere filled the air.

  Di Shang Mo's eyes met, and he hastily blocked the pressure for Tang Xin to prevent her from being shocked. His gaze fell on the opposite boat, what could make a Wu Zong peak expert so tense?

  "He didn't know what object was used to cut off the golden chain on his body, killing two disciples and seriously injuring three Shidi and four Shidi. The disciples were incompetent and couldn't capture him."

  "Where to flee!"

  "He fled out of the city, he was injured and shouldn't be able to escape far."

  "Go!" The low shout fell, and the gray-robed man immediately took a deep breath and flew forward, with the black-robed one quickly following.

  "Junior uncle, I have to go and help, excuse me first." Liu Ziyang also hurriedly followed up, without having time to say more to Emperor Mo.

  Seeing this, Emperor's eyes flickered slightly, and he said to Tang Xin beside him: "I'll send you back first, I'll go see what's going on."

  "You go ahead! I want to stay here a bit longer."

  "All right, it's getting late too, don't stay too long, go back early." He instructed, then took a deep breath and flew swiftly after them.

  Watching him leave, she said faintly: "Boatman, pull the boat ashore."

  In the Lion Building, Mu Chenfeng was sitting by the window drinking wine when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking towards him from the street below, and his eyebrows twitched.

  Digression

  Xiao Mu Zi knows her bird identity.