There weren't any masters in the Chu villa right now, only Wu Chentian, a golden class early phase. Faubert was on his way back, but he hadn't arrived yet, so Zhishan easily found Goudan's room!
Zhishan put his ear on the wall, listening to the movements in the room.
"Hello? Hello, is this Grandpa Lin? I'm Er Goudan … "Goudan was weakly calling Old Lin on the phone. Now that he saw Lin Yi, he naturally got Old Lin's number again. Now that Lin Yi wasn't here, he could only ask Old Lin for help.
"Er Goudan? How are you? Why do you sound so weak? What's wrong? " Old Lin didn't know what to make of Goudan's sudden call. He knew that Lin Yi had asked Goudan to protect Mengyao and Yushu, but he wouldn't call if it wasn't something important.
"Grandpa Lin, I've used up all my strength, and I can't suppress the negative effects anymore. What should I do? Lin Yi Boss isn't back yet, and I can't leave the villa yet. If I don't finish the mission … "Goudan said.
"What! You've used up all your strength? " Old Lin paused, "Er Goudan, if that's the case, you have to come back immediately. Otherwise, your life might be in danger!"
"It's fine, I can still hold on!" Goudan smiled bitterly, "Plus, I have to hold on. This is the mission boss gave me, and I can't let him down."
"Then you can't use any more strength. Just lie in bed every day, and when Lin Yi comes back, you go back to Weststar Village immediately!" Old Lin said after a sigh. He knew Goudan's personality. He was honest, but stubborn. He promised Lin Yi that he would do something, and he wouldn't stop halfway.
"Yeah, I know- I'm lying in bed every day- once Lin Yi boss comes back, I'll go back," Goudan said.
Hearing this, Pi Zhishan's expression became even more confused. What was going on? There seemed to be a limit to Goudan's strength? Once it's used, it can't be used again? Moreover, he was leaving?
Does that mean that this person is no longer a threat? No wonder she couldn't tell what level Goudan was at. He wasn't a practitioner at all, but had some special properties that allowed him to use unimaginable strength?
But, Zhishan was a careful man- he didn't dare go in and test the waters. He didn't want to make Goudan and Lin Yi his enemy right now! He was used to planning before taking action. Everything had to be told to his father first. Everything had to be discussed before a decision could be made.
At that moment, there was a car sound in the villa's yard. Zhishan didn't dare stay any longer- he turned and left the villa, disappearing without a trace.
Faubert had just come back, and he didn't notice that someone had come to the yard. He was worried about Goudan, and after getting off the car, he rushed into the villa to see him.
At this moment, Goudan didn't know that his secret was already known by House Pi …
Qibing and Cihua practically ran back to the Floating Cloud bar- they were both pissed that not only was Lin Yi not dead, but Jin Wudi was killed by one of Lin Yi's lackeys. But through this, Qibing saw how strong Lin Yi was. Even his lackeys were this strong.
Qibing decided that he shouldn't mess with Lin Yi for now. Who was Pi Zhishan? He was the first heir of the hidden House Pi, and if he could lower his head to Goudan, then what was there to be proud of? He was the rightful head of the house, and he was just a bastard child!
Even Jin Wudi was dead in the sect- Lin Yi wouldn't even blink if he killed him!
And now, Qibing finally understood why Lin Yi was so fearless. He knew that he was from a hidden house and still dared to kill him! But now that he thought about it, he was really lucky that he didn't die!
Was House Zhao stronger than the Golden Bell Sect? Even House Zhao didn't dare do anything to them, but Lin Yi and his lackeys had crippled the master and disciple!
"Call my father- before we have absolute confidence, don't touch Lin Yi. Let him have his fun for now!" Qibing looked at Cihua and sighed. Although he felt wronged when he said this, he had to lower his head when he was under someone else's roof. It didn't matter if he felt wronged or not, he couldn't do anything to Lin Yi. All he could do was endure it.
"Master Bing, you did the right thing- a man knows when to yield and when to stand tall. There's a saying that goes, ten years is not too late for a man to take revenge. We'll take care of Lin Yi when the day comes!" Cihua nodded.
Yaowang and Uncle Zhu were silent as well- after fighting with Lin Yi for so long, they had to swallow their anger.
"I don't accept this! We must kill Lin Yi as soon as possible! " Although Uncle Zhu's body had recovered quite a bit, it was still a lot more difficult for him to regain his peak strength. "If my big brother was here, he wouldn't have let me suffer. I don't know where the family head sent my big brother to carry out his mission. If he had stayed at home, I'm afraid he would have broken through to Earth class already!"
"Uncle Zhu, the head's business isn't something you can talk about!" Cihua saw that Uncle Zhu was agitated and quickly reprimanded him. Qibing was here, and he was his father, after all. Be careful with your words.
"It's fine!" Qibing waved his hand, "Uncle Zhu is right- it's not just him, I think the same. But we don't have absolute confidence right now, so we'll let Lin Yi go for now. One day, when we have absolute confidence, it'll be Lin Yi's time to die!"
Jin Wudi was dead- normal people wouldn't care about this, but the noble houses and above received the news very quickly. The head of House Wu, Wu Gonggao, was one of them!
At this moment, he was in the hospital getting an IV drip when the news came!
"Patriarch, bad news! Something big has happened!" A disciple of the Wu Family, who was in charge of gathering information, rushed into the ward in a hurry.
Wu Gonggao had just regained his breath when he suddenly heard a disciple report that something big had happened. He was shocked and almost fainted on the sickbed again!
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