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Nothing much to say about Song Lin from Chai Market, who uses the Yuanyang Temple as a cover to intimidate people. As for the martial clans in the Inner City, be mindful of the Divine Hand Sect. Zhu Wan has allied himself with the Zhu Family, one of the prestigious families in County City. Though a married daughter is like water spilled, kinship still demands courtesy.

The rest is not worth ntioning."

Uncle Yang held a stack of papers, consisting of letters He Wenbing had sent to the main family over the years, detailing the origins and backing of various powers in Black River County.

"Is there nothing else?"

He Jingfeng frowned and asked.

"Moreover, there's a fisherman nad Bai Ahqi who has erged rapidly recently. People call him 'Wave-Riding White Flood Dragon' and 'Bai Qilang'. He is the one who killed Yang ng, making his na known far and wide in Black River County.

This person runs a fish stall business. He Wenbing agreed to hand over several docks and shops for him to manage."

Uncle Yang flipped a few pages and added.

"Bai Qilang? A re stinking fisherman, worthy of being called 'Qilang'!"

He Jingfeng's eyebrows knitted tightly, a cold gleam flickered in his eyes. He initially wanted to suggest killing him by the Black Water River to avoid further trouble.

But rembering his father's repeated warnings and instructions before he left, he restrained himself and asked further:

"What's his background? A fisherman becoming a fish stall owner, making He Wenbing spare his own estate — re physical prowess isn't enough, is it?"

Uncle Yang scanned the letters carefully but found no ntion, so he imdiately summoned the He Family Mansion's steward to inquire:

"Do you know Bai Ahqi?"

The steward knelt on the ground, replied sincerely:

"Who in Black River County doesn't know Bai Qilang's na! He's protected by the Dragon King, adept at catching rare fish, his swimming skills are incredible…"

He Jingfeng played with a doucai bamboo-patterned cup, showing impatience. Uncle Yang glanced over and imdiately scolded:

"Who asked you to spout such rubbish! Say sothing useful!"

The steward's body trembled, lowered his head quickly, and hastily said:

"Bai Qilang is the disciple of the Instructor at Tongwen Hall!"

He Jingfeng's casual deanor abruptly turned serious, showing rare solemnity:

"Tongwen Hall? Who is the Instructor?"

The steward froze:

"Instructor is just an instructor, I don't know his na."

He Jingfeng squinted, inexplicably recalling a certain person who made him, and even the Seventeenth Lineage of Yihai Prefecture, shiver with dread, involuntarily shivered:

"Tongwen Hall… Does it have a black plaque inscribed with gold characters 'Yihai Hidden Dragon' hanging?"

The steward was montarily stunned, then nodded vigorously. Having followed He Wenbing past Tongwen Hall a few tis, though never having entered, he had seen the large plaque through its open door with his own eyes.

"Quickly! Have the people below pack up! Forget it, leave everything! Uncle Yang, get

on the boat!"

The doucai bamboo-patterned cup in He Jingfeng's hand smashed onto the table, rolling several tis. This notorious troublemaker of the He Family's main branch hurriedly got up, grumbling nonstop:

"Father clearly doesn't want

as his son anymore! Yihai Hidden Dragon… Ninghai Zen... He couldn't possibly not know! Yet he still sent

here! We're leaving tonight! If I get killed, who will fulfill filial duties for my parents!"

Uncle Yang was amazed; he wasn't an old hand from He Mansion but was employed by the madam from Celestial Water Prefecture to protect the Seventh Young Master as a 'Tributor,' so hadn't heard of the na Ninghai Zen:

"Seventh Young Master, remain calm… Who is this person, making you so disturbed?"

He Jingfeng, like a frustrated child, kicked over the huanghuali wooden table in anger:

"Ninghai Zen! Ning Wudi from ten years ago! Killed my uncle, my second uncle, my third uncle!

Annihilated the Su Family, Mao Family, Han Family, Fang Family! Reduced the Seventeenth Lineage of Yihai Prefecture to Thirteen Lineage — Ning the Madman!

Damn He Wenbing! Why didn't anyone tell

he's right here in Black River County!?"

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