Zhaang Ye returned to Rising Sun Peak and saw the four Medicine Slaves gathered outside Chaoyang Hall. They all wore smug expressions, their chests puffed out proudly.
Seeing Zhaang Ye walk toward Chaoyang Hall, Flower Slave suddenly stepped forward to block his path, shouting, "Hold it! You can't go in!"
"Hm?"
Zhaang Ye's gaze swept across Flower Slave's face as a tangible aura instantly locked onto him. Zhaang Ye said coolly, "What a bold slave. It seems my frequent absences have made you forget who your master is."
SWOOSH!
Zhaang Ye's hand shot out, moving with deceptive slowness as it reached for Flower Slave's neck. Though the grab didn't seem fast and employed no discernible technique, Flower Slave found he couldn't dodge it no matter how he tried. He could only watch helplessly as Zhaang Ye's hand closed in.
