“Alright, alright, alright.” Zane Warren was clearly furious to the extreme, but after glancing at Henry Young standing to the side, he ultimately didn’t dare make another move. Feeling embarrassed, he turned around and stormed off into the nearby alley.

Very soon, he disappeared into the crowd.

Henry Young couldn’t help but gently shake his head at the sight.

“Junior Sister Woods.” Quentin York suddenly spoke, his tone calm: “You should head back to the martial academy first.”

Paige Woods looked at Quentin York in astonishment.

“I don’t like trouble,” Quentin York said, sounding a bit impatient. “If you really want to be with me, you should think it through yourself first.”

A faint glimmer of tears appeared in Paige Woods’s eyes, making her look pitiful, but seeing that Quentin York was unmoved, she couldn’t say anything more and could only leave helplessly.

In a flash.

Only Henry Young and Quentin York were left.

“Brother Yun, sorry.” Quentin York said apologetically, “I didn’t expect this kind of thing to happen and drag you into it.”

Quentin York knew Henry Young’s temperament very well—he would never get involved in trouble unless absolutely necessary.

“No need.” Henry Young shook his head.

The two had known each other since entering the martial academy, had been friends for years, and got along well—they were true brothers. Henry Young wouldn’t get angry over something like this.

“Quentin York, how did you end up with this Paige Woods?” Henry Young asked.

“I wasn’t really close to her before, but recently we were assigned to the same group in martial arts class, and she seemed interested in me. Plus, she’s from the Wu family of Guichang Town, so after some interaction, we got a bit familiar.” Quentin York then shook his head: “I just didn’t expect she was involved with someone else behind the scenes.”

“Mm.” Henry Young nodded.

At sixteen, one was considered an adult and could marry and have children, so it wasn’t uncommon for male and female companions to get together in the martial academy, though most were ordinary disciples with no hope in martial arts.

The truly elite disciples determined to become martial artists rarely let themselves be distracted.

“What do you plan to do?” Henry Young asked with a smile.

“If I’d known she was like this, I wouldn’t have bothered—she’s nothing but trouble.” Quentin York shook his head. “As my father says, when it comes to a wife, either find someone from a powerful family who can help our business, or find someone from an ordinary family who can keep the household in order.”

Henry Young nodded.

Quentin York’s father, Charles York, was a well-known wealthy merchant in Donghe County. The way he raised Quentin York was probably quite different from most families.

“I just saw that Zane Warren—he probably holds a grudge against you now.” Henry Young reminded, “You’d better be a bit careful.”

“Him?” Quentin York shook his head. “The Wang family is the top power in Yongchuan Town and has ties to Assistant County Magistrate Liu. If the Wang clan leader came, even my father would have to show some respect, so of course I wouldn’t dare challenge them.”

“But Zane Warren himself isn’t even an adult yet, and he’s still in Donghe County—he can’t mobilize the family’s power at all. I’m not afraid of him.”

Henry Young listened with a smile.

Donghe County had one city and nine towns, a vast territory with millions of people. Naturally, there were countless powerful families and wealthy merchants, with extremely complex relationships. Henry Young didn’t understand any of it.

But Quentin York, though his martial arts talent was average, was very clear about these social intricacies.

As the saying goes, he could handle himself in the world.

“Brother Yun, enough about my troubles.” Quentin York laughed. “What about you? Are you planning to clear things up with Senior Sister Clark? Want me to help you come up with something?”

“Don’t mess around, you know my situation.” Henry Young said calmly. “Laura Clark... is the only daughter of General Clark. Besides, we’re not even adults yet—it’s still early.”

As for Laura Clark.

Henry Young admitted he had feelings for her, and he could faintly sense Laura Clark’s affection for him.

Young people admiring each other was only natural.

But—

Henry Young had never thought of taking that step, and sometimes even deliberately kept his distance from Laura Clark, because he knew in his heart that he wasn’t qualified to pursue the only daughter of a garrison general, let alone talk about marriage.

The gap in their status was simply too great.

“Sigh.” Quentin York could only sigh softly.

Of course, he hoped Henry Young could be with Laura Clark.

“I’m not in a hurry, so why are you sighing?” Henry Young laughed. “Come on, now you’re single like me, nothing left to do—let’s go home together.”

……

Henry Young and Quentin York walked along Feng’an Avenue toward the east of the city.

Passing by Yong’an Avenue.

“Hey, Brother Yun, look.” Quentin York suddenly pointed to one side of Yong’an Avenue, where nearly a hundred soldiers in armor were supervising a large number of laborers pulling more than a dozen large carts across the street.

On both sides of the street, many townsfolk were pointing and talking.

“Hm?” Henry Young was slightly surprised, because he smelled blood.

Having reached the peak of the sixth level of body tempering, and after several strange heart mutations and blood changes, Henry Young’s physical abilities were no less than those of a Meridian Condensation martial artist. His hearing, taste, and vision were all far superior to ordinary people.

Even though they were still dozens of meters away, he could already smell the astonishing scent of blood.

“It’s a demon beast.” Henry Young said calmly.

“A demon beast?” Quentin York was shocked. “There’s a demon beast in the city?”

Chapter Six: Flood Dragon and Immortal

“A dead demon beast, don’t worry.” Henry Young laughed. “Come on, let’s go take a look.”

Quentin York suddenly understood.

The two quickly walked forward.

There were many townsfolk gathered here to watch, but no one dared get too close to the convoy. After all, the route was lined with powerful soldiers holding weapons—how could ordinary people dare provoke them?