Luo Yang was taken aback to find out there's a branch of the Eight Immortals Hall in Honghai County.
Seeing Luo Yang not responding, Aunt Thirteen sneered sarcastically, "Kid, you're just a rural boy. How much can you really achieve? Don't waste your time daydreaming; it won't do you any good. Grandma is advising you for your own good."
This phrase "for your own good" was something Luo Yang frequently heard from others.
Hearing it again now, he just felt like throwing up.
This time, he was heading to the Eight Immortals Hall for a showdown. If he could come back alive, he would slowly deal with Xiangyang Technology Company later.
Luo Yang just wanted to send a message to the Eight Immortals Hall: He would destroy anything under their banner.
"Aunt Thirteen, you still haven't answered me. Does anyone at the Eight Immortals Hall know Flying Sword?" Luo Yang pressed.
Seeing him persist on this question, Aunt Thirteen sneered:
"So what if they do?"
