Fat Long looked at Chen Qiu's back with a complex expression and did not speak. At the time, when he was captured and taken to Flower Offering Sect on the road, he had desperately hoped for someone like a scholar to descend from the sky and rescue him from the dire situation.
But...
He never came.
If he hadn't relied on selling himself to save his life, perhaps he would have been completely drained and turned into a dried corpse, discarded in the back mountains by now.
The Heavenly Dao might not care, but Xiao Yu did care.
...
At this moment—
Chen Qiu's palm continuously flashed with Thunder Light, as he single-handedly blocked the city gate, throwing Hand Palm Thunder without even needing to aim, and still hitting his targets.