Chapter 123 . 4: Resolving the Crisis
That person wore a wide bamboo hat over his head, the way he looked every inch a chivalrous pugilist of the martial world . First seen from a far distance of several hundred meters away, he then seemed to have closed the distance by a good bit in a blink, every single step he took covering a great distance . He had one hand behind his back, the other arm held horizontal across his waist, exquisite long slender fingers with clearly defined joints gripped around a verdant and lovely bamboo flute, his posture highly elegant, a suave young master whose beauty would stir the world .
Everyone was trying to guess at his identity and even a few of the Elders were not sure who this person was .
Suddenly, a loud and boisterous voice rang out, filled with rage and indignation . “Luo Lan Zhi? Didn't you say that you do not have time to come back! ? You dare fool the great lord? !”
Everyone just looked at each other with looks of utter bewilderment on their faces .
“Who is Luo Lan Zhi?”
“I don't think I have ever heard of that name before . ”
“Which expert in the pugilist world is called by that name?”
“If I am not wrong, the third ranked disciple of our Faint Mist Sect seems to be called Luo Lan Zhi… . . ”
“Then the other person who just spoke is… . . ”
When the green clothed man heard that voice, his steps came to a pause as he raised his hand to grip the edge of his bamboo hat to take it off . The stunning countenance then caused another round of surprised cries to break out .
That person's looks was exactly like his elegant demeanor, as gently exquisite as finest jade, his facial features refined and good looking . His eyes soft and serene, a captivating tear shaped mole at the edge of his right eye, so beautiful it was heartbreaking to see . The thin light pink lips were slightly parted, a soft warm smile hanging on them .
“This is just too unfair… . . How can a person with such great skills still have such good looks! ?” It was not known who among the people grumbled softly in complaint .
The crowd then parted, and the person who shouted loudly was revealed .
Dressed in an all black robe, his sword like brows striking, strong and handsome facial features and his right hand still gripping an ancient looking sword close to his body .
Quite a number of people had noticed this person earlier, but as the scathing aura he exuded had been too intense, no one had dared to go close to him . So upon seeing him speak up now, many people immediately broke out into debate . [He is acquainted with Luo Lan Zhi?]
“If I did not come, I fear even if everyone from the Faint Mist Sect were dead, you still might not have made a single move . ” Luo Lan Zhi's voice was mild, seemingly tinged with a hint of helplessness .
As he said that, his feet had brought him over here . “To the several Elders here, it's been quite some time . How are things in the sect recently?”
Elder Mo, a white bearded old man then stroked his beard and sighed a long sigh . “You brat, it's been longer than “quite some time”! The few of you have not come back to the sect for years! I had thought that all of you have forgotten to come back already!”
“Elder Mo is being too harsh . ” Luo Lan Zhi replied with a laugh, and his eyes then turned behind him . “Li Mo, aren't you coming over to greet the Elders?”
Everyone then turned their measuring gaze upon the black robed man .
[Li Mo? Su Li Mo? ?]
[The maniacal expert who first set the record of three hundred consecutive wins? !]
[He had arrived here early and when all of them were in such a dangerous predicament just now, he had done absolutely nothing at all to help?]
Chapter end
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