Chapter 1845: Chapter 1729: Return to the Green Dragon Sect
Song Yun asked Wang Dun, "By the way, who was that black-robed man just now?"
Wang Dun put away his smile, thought for a moment, and said, "He’s one of the higher-ups in our Golden Dragon Palace. I can’t tell you his exact identity, but he’s very strong."
Song Yun teased, "Your answer essentially says nothing. Who can’t tell he’s strong or that he’s one of the high-ups in the Golden Dragon Palace?"
Wang Dun shrugged and said, "There’s nothing I can do; it’s a secret I can’t share. When the time is right, you’ll naturally know his identity."
Song Yun said, "Alright, I know Juan Mao has a badass old man, and I’m happy for him."
He took out a business card and handed it to Song Yun. It was identical to the one the old beggar had given Song Yun, made of metal with no patterns or words, just a phone number.
Of course, the phone number was different.
Wang Dun said, "If you need anything, you can call this number to reach me. As long as it doesn’t violate certain principles, I’ll help you."
"Thanks."
Song Yun thanked him, took Wang Dun’s card, and asked, "By the way, you guys in the Golden Dragon Palace have an old beggar who approached me before, asking me to join the Golden Dragon Palace. Who is he? Why didn’t I see him today?"
Wang Dun raised an eyebrow and explained, "That person is named Wang Wa, mainly responsible for recruiting new members into the Golden Dragon Palace. I didn’t expect he approached you. So, interested in joining the Golden Dragon Palace?"
Song Yun shook his head and said, "Of course not, I don’t want to be tied down."
"That’s right, with your personality, you indeed aren’t suited for joining the Golden Dragon Palace. Alright, since that great figure let you go, I have to leave too. I hope next time we meet, we won’t be enemies. Goodbye."
After saying this, Wang Dun got into that Toyota with a dented hood, but found he couldn’t start it.
He had no choice but to leave on foot.
Once Wang Dun left, only Song Yun remained in this wilderness.
He glanced at his own car and couldn’t help but frown.
He has affection for both people and things; having his car kicked into scraps by someone made him a bit upset. For no good reason, he lost so much money; this car was supposed to be a limited edition.
He checked it and found that the car frame was damaged beyond repair, feeling a bit regretful, and inwardly complained about Juan Mao’s dad, thinking, damn it, you teach your son but also wreck my car, and you don’t even offer compensation before leaving; this is truly not right.
"Forget it, I’ll head back first and call a tow truck later to drag the car away."
Song Yun shook his head, planning to leave.
Everything that happened today made Song Yun quite happy.
Although he lost a car he liked, he gained much more.
He established a connection with Wang Dun, which would certainly be useful in the future.
Of course, what comforted Song Yun more was Juan Mao reuniting with his father.
Also, the Black Robed Man said something, implying that Juan Mao didn’t know the truth from back then, and once the truth was revealed, maybe Juan Mao and his father would resolve their misunderstanding.
By then, with the Black Robed Man teaching Juan Mao, Song Yun believed Juan Mao’s abilities would improve rapidly.
Suddenly, Song Yun felt a sense of anticipation.
He looked forward to the next gathering with Juan Mao, Master Bei, Little Sword God, and himself, when everyone would have transformed significantly.
"It seems I can’t stop moving forward either."
Song Yun pondered.
Originally, he was busy before just for a leisurely life, but everything he encountered now was more mysterious, making him aware of things he hadn’t known before.
Especially regarding combat strength, he admitted to himself that he would be no match for the Black Robed Man, who might be even stronger than Kunpeng. Thinking of this, Song Yun couldn’t help recalling his old rival Kunpeng, wondering where that bastard was causing trouble now, as he hadn’t heard from him for a long time.
And then there was Tang Xiaoyun. It wasn’t Tang Xiaoyun himself that concerned him, but rather Tang Xiaoyun’s master behind him.
Although Tang Xiaoyun was just a nobody to Song Yun, someone who could train a young man to that level was surely no ordinary person.
Song Yun worried that if the opposing master took action, his family might inadvertently get caught up in it, which wouldn’t be good.
Strength!
Only by having greater strength can one be unafraid of anyone and protect those around them.
Song Yun made up his mind to return to the Green Dragon Sect to seek guidance from the old man.
Back at the Song Family, he explained the situation to Song Ergou, who indeed mentioned that there was an organization in the mainland maintaining justice. Their members were all hermit masters who generally didn’t come out; initially, someone wanted Song Ergou to join, but he refused. Unexpectedly, they’ve now approached Song Yun.
After wrapping things up, Song Yun bid goodbye to the women, returning to the Green Dragon Sect without taking anyone along. This time, he notified no one. Lin Yi and Lin Er, the twin brothers, were sent on some tasks by him, so they weren’t with him.
After a day’s journey, Song Yun arrived outside the Green Dragon Sect again. Before he even intended to go in, the guarding disciples at the gate were very excited to see him. Song Yun thought, well, since I’m the Sect Leader now, the young ones should be reacting like this upon seeing me.
After instructing them not to spread the word of his return, Song Yun went to the place where the old man often went. Today, he didn’t know what day it was, but upon entering the hall, he saw the old man meditating in the midst of swirling smoke. The sunset glow shining on his back from outside made him appear like an Immortal.
Song Yun did not disturb him and stood by silently for over an hour.
Suddenly, the old man’s head jerked forward, his whole body shivered as he said, "Damn it, I fell asleep while meditating, what a miscalculation."
What, you were sleeping?!
Song Yun’s lips twitched, and he felt quite speechless.
If he had known the old man was sleeping, he wouldn’t have waited by the side but would have definitely woken up this unscrupulous old guy.
The old man got up, glanced at Song Yun standing by the door, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You’re not dead yet?"
Song Yun replied, "Old man, aren’t you my master? Do you really wish for my death?"
"Of course not, but if you were to die, I couldn’t stop it either."
The old man chuckled as he picked up the gourd on the offering table, opened it, and took a gulp of wine. "So, tell me, what happened down the mountain?"
Song Yun narrated the events of him storming the Tang Family and the Golden Dragon Palace intervening to the old man.
After listening, the old man’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said in a deep voice, "You’re lucky, if not for your little brother Juan Mao, you’d have been captured by the Golden Dragon Palace."
Song Yun’s eyes turned: "Old man, if I were captured, would you come to rescue me?"
The old man gave Song Yun a blank stare, and said unhappily, "Isn’t that a no-brainer?"
"Hehe, good brother."
"I’m not your brother, I’m your master. Also, we can joke around ourselves, but you have to be respectful when mentioning me to others outside."
