Yu Ziqing walked out of the Seventh Floor ring and looked up at the sky, standing there for a long time.
The village chief appeared silently beside him, observing the somber-faced, murderously intense Yu Ziqing. The village chief spoke calmly.
"Did something happen?"
"Old Yang was captured."
"Do you know who did it?"
"Not sure exactly who."
"Do you know what they want?"
"Generally, I know."
"Then just give them what they want, remember who took it, and later on, you can just kill them. Why overthink it?"
"Village chief, someone has been targeting our Jinlan Mountain."
"Whoever reaches out, kill them. If you can't, remember them, and kill them when you can."
"The village chief is right. I understand."
The village chief patted Yu Ziqing's shoulder.
"I know you're doing this for our village, but remember, not one of us in the village is afraid of dying."
The village chief turned and left, leaving Yu Ziqing standing alone.
