Chapter 1866: Now you say to forget it?

Zhao Qinglin was determined to crawl to Zhang Wuyue's presence even if he had to crawl; he worried that continuing like this, he wouldn't be able to hold out for more than a few days.

Unfortunately, given his current condition, he can't even get out of bed.

Fortunately, in the end Zhang Wuyue heard from a disciple that Zhao Qinglin insisted on seeing him, so he still made time to come.

Upon entering the room and seeing Zhao Qinglin wrapped head to toe in white bandages on the bed, Zhang Wuyue frowned and said.

"How did it end up like this?"

Zhang Wuyue had already heard about the matter, but since he hadn't seen it himself, seeing Zhao Qinglin's miserable state now, he couldn't help but frown tightly.

This perfectly fine person, how did he end up wrapped like a zongzi?

Moreover, the white cloth was wrapped layer upon layer, yet it was still stained red by blood; one could clearly see blood continuously seeping into the bandages.

Faced with Zhang Wuyue's furrowed-brow inquiry, Zhao Qinglin's eyes instantly welled up, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Heaven knows how he's gotten through these days; the suffering is truly not something to be spoken of to outsiders.

"Senior Brother, you........... you've finally come out of seclusion."

His voice turned choked with emotion, yet it was obviously weak and breathless as he spoke.

"You're in a hurry to see me—what's the matter?"

Looking at Zhao Qinglin with tears streaming down his face, Zhang Wuyue calmly asked.

He was busy preparing for the pure-blood immortal phoenix matter; he hadn't expected so many things to happen recently, so naturally he had no time to waste words with Zhao Qinglin here.

Faced with Zhang Wuyue's inquiry, Zhao Qinglin hurriedly voiced what was on his mind.

He had indeed been frightened to death; each day, just as he woke up and opened his eyes, three or five burly men from Heaven-Earth Fire Hall would rush in and, without explanation, give him a brutal beating.

Zhao Qinglin truly couldn't endure it any longer; thus, his thought at this moment was simple: either just forget about it.

Even if it meant letting him proactively apologize and compensate Huang Chong, that would be fine; he only hoped it could end here, with no further torment.

However, upon hearing this, Zhang Wuyue furrowed his brows and refused on the spot.

"Forget it? You're telling me to forget it now? Impossible."

"Senior Brother, I....................."

"This matter, having come to this point, is no longer just your own affair."

Zhao Qinglin still wanted to apologize, but Zhang Wuyue didn't give him any chance at all.

Apologize now? Then where would the face of Dragon Kun Fire Hall and his, Zhang Wuyue's, be? This is absolutely impossible.

He gave Zhao Qinglin no chance to continue speaking; as soon as his words fell, without waiting for Zhao Qinglin to reply, Zhang Wuyue warned him a few times and then turned and left.

If the people of Heaven-Earth Fire Hall want to play, he will naturally accompany them to the end.

How could there be any reason to retreat midway?

If Zhang Wuyue were to retreat and yield now, in the eyes of the other fire halls, wouldn't they all think Dragon Kun Fire Hall feared Heaven-Earth Fire Hall?

Zhang Wuyue fears Ye Zhangqing.

Watching Zhang Wuyue turn and leave, Zhao Qinglin still wanted to call out to him, but unfortunately, the other party vanished in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was Zhao Qinglin, wanting to cry but having no tears, wondering when this would ever end.

At this moment, Zhao Qinglin felt somewhat like a mortal caught in the clash of immortals.

It's true that he caused this situation, but the problem is he's gone timid now; unfortunately, the power to choose has been taken away.

Zhang Wuyue's side shows no sign of retreat whatsoever; moreover, with his emergence from seclusion, the disciples of Dragon Kun Fire Hall's morale soared, all clamoring to make Heaven-Earth Fire Hall look bad.

It's easy to imagine that what comes next will inevitably be another dragon-tiger struggle; however, this will only bring suffering to Zhao Qinglin.

On the other side, within Heaven-Earth Fire Hall, as Zhang Wuyue emerged from seclusion, Ye Zhangqing also successively came out.

Because Ma Qiankun's side had already received the news, the competition for the pure-blood immortal phoenix will begin in three days.

What needed to be prepared has more or less been readied; time is pressing.

Ye Zhangqing, having left that independent small space, just like Zhang Wuyue, learned of the recent events as soon as possible.

However, unlike Zhang Wuyue, after hearing the news, Ye Zhangqing proactively came to visit Huang Chong.

Seeing Huang Chong on the bed, not much better off than Zhao Qinglin, Ye Zhangqing hadn't even gotten a chance to speak when Huang Chong burst into tears first.

"Ye Senior Brother, you've finally come out of seclusion, I................"

As he went on, Huang Chong couldn't stop crying; it's been too hard these days.

Looking at Huang Chong in that miserable state, Ye Zhangqing comforted him.

"Alright, what's there to cry about for a true man?"

"Ye Senior Brother, I.......... maybe we should just forget about this."

Huang Chong uttered the same words as Zhao Qinglin; these days truly aren't fit for human living.

Seeing the fear on Huang Chong's face, Ye Zhangqing shook his head; forgetting about it now would definitely not work.

If he agreed, the many disciples and stewards of Heaven-Earth Fire Hall would never agree.

The two halls have already gone all out; at this point, wanting to withdraw is impossible.

However, looking at Huang Chong's body riddled with wounds, Ye Zhangqing himself felt that if this happened again a couple more times, this guy would practically be at the end of his rope.

Therefore, after a moment's contemplation, he still spoke in a low voice.

"Just focus on healing your wounds; I'll handle this matter."

After saying that, he comforted Huang Chong with a few more words; ultimately, under Huang Chong's gaze filled with despair and complexity, Ye Zhangqing then left.

Having left Huang Chong's place, Ye Zhangqing felt that the matter should come to a temporary close, or perhaps be carried out in another way.

However, he still needed to wait until he saw Zhang Wuyue.

"What? Senior Brother, you want to go to Dragon Kun Fire Hall?"

"Yeah, just go see Zhang Wuyue."

Upon learning that Ye Zhangqing intended to go to Dragon Kun Fire Hall, all the formal disciples strongly opposed.

Going to Dragon Kun Fire Hall now— isn't that just asking for death? Right now both major halls have unleashed true fire; as the Senior Brother of Heaven-Earth Fire Hall, what good could Ye Zhangqing expect by going there?

However, Ye Zhangqing has his own ideas, and he's not going alone.

Taking along the Heaven-Earth Fire Hall's many disciples and the Steward, they mightily marched toward Dragon Kun Fire Hall.

In the city, the disciples of the other major halls, upon hearing that Ye Zhangqing and Zhang Wuyue had successively left seclusion, were all filled with anticipation.

The Senior Brothers of the two major halls have left seclusion; it seems the upcoming events will become even more lively.

Given the current situation, if a winner cannot be decided, this matter will likely be hard to settle.

Ye Zhangqing led his men straight to Dragon Kun Fire Hall, with no intention of hiding their movements; thus, even while still on the way, Zhang Wuyue already received the news.

Inside Dragon Kun Fire Hall, Zhang Wuyue listened to a disciple's report, revealing a faintly indifferent smile as he spoke.

"Bringing people to charge at me? Hah, this Ye, upon leaving seclusion, wants to be deadlocked with me? You've got guts, but I want to see if you really have the ability."

As for Ye Zhangqing's actions, Zhang Wuyue naturally feels no fear; what can leaving seclusion change? A newly initiated disciple—could he really stir up any waves?

At that moment, Zhang Wuyue also ordered the many disciples of Dragon Kun Fire Hall to gather together, preparing to welcome Ye Zhangqing's arrival.