Matchmaking

"Fa Yuan is here." Chu Li declared all of a sudden.

He disappeared in a flash, then reappeared at the main entrance of King An's Imperial Residence. Fa Yuan, in his gray monk robes, arrived right at that moment. Upon seeing him, Fa Yuan gave Chu Li a palm salute, "Brother Chu."

Chu Li looked at Fa Yuan's expression closely and asked, "Is it good news?"

Fa Yuan smiled and nodded. "We were fortunate to have made it in time. Their martial arts have not been crippled."

"Seems that our luck's not bad," Chu Li said.

If three people's martial arts were crippled, Chu Li would, of course, have to seek justice for them, Fa Yuan could not allow such things to happen to three Tempest Temple disciples.

"Do you want to let them out?" Fa Yuan asked.

"There's no hurry," Chu Li replied.

Fa Yuan laughed and said, "What do you have in mind, Brother Chu?"