Martial Heart Sect, the Lower Courtyard where the Outer Disciples lived.
"Damn it, I'm about to get eaten alive by these mosquitoes. Is that brat coming back or not!" Shi Dazhu gritted his teeth and snarled. They'd already waited several hours, and that bastard still hadn't returned.
"What're you rushing for? With his strength, he can at least play a few side matches at Jiuxiao Building. If he wins some money, you really think he can resist that kind of flashy world? Young guys will definitely party till their waist goes soft and legs cramp. Hit him while he's sick, take his life while you're at it!" Gan Jiu said, casually slapping a few finger-long giant mosquitoes to death, his hand covered in blood.
"Fatty Nine, you better be reliable this time. Bring out some real goods, don't mess around with useless crap, or I'll really mess you up!" Shi Dazhu threatened.
