Long Yang put on Fei Peng's clothes and exchanged a glance with Chong Lou, then casually started down the stairs.
Evil Sword Immortal watched the young men coming down the stairs, each with an even more imposing presence than the last. He couldn't help feeling uneasy. Weren't they both supposed to be injured? How was one of them perfectly fine? Folding his arms and leaning back, he asked Luo Rulie, "Are these Fei Peng and Chong Lou?"
"That's right, it's them." Luo Rulie limped forward and said, "But yesterday Fei Peng clearly took two blows for Chong Lou. How is he fine now?"
Evil Sword Immortal gave a wicked snort and called out, "You two are awfully late. I'm almost out of patience waiting for you."
Standing on the stairs and looking down at him, Long Yang said, "Good food is worth waiting for. If you don't wait a little longer, how will you know what a huge surprise we have in store for you?!!!"
Evil Sword Immortal rubbed Luo Rulie's shoulder with a black leather-gloved hand, not even looking up as he said, "Is that so? Good. I was afraid two little brats wouldn't be enough to make things interesting. Now that I see you, I can finally relax."
"Ah... what a shame." Long Yang pretended to sigh and shook his head. "It's such a shame that I'm thoroughly disappointed to see you. Not only are you old, you have terrible taste, too." Long Yang gave Luo Rulie a pointed look and continued, "How are you supposed to get us excited?"
"Y-you! What did you say? Say it again if you've got the guts!" Luo Rulie roared, burning with rage.
"You should know better than anyone whether I've got the guts." Long Yang and Chong Lou exchanged amused smiles, then looked pointedly at Luo Rulie's leg. "If you didn't hear what I said just now, I'll say it again. I'm only worried you'll get embarrassed."
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