Praised, Shen Qiuyang also grew cheerful, "And try this one as well."
Shen Qiuyang presented a heavy bundle of iron chains, made of the same material as used by the deaf worker. Although Dong Huiying was strong, if these iron chains were to bind her, even with her Innate Divine Strength, it would be very difficult for her to break free.
She was very satisfied with this, yet Su Lang felt a pang of loss.
"All these iron materials were meant to be used for forging swords," he glanced at Liang Zhichen and thought to himself that the Master was really generous. Such good materials had been given to Shen Qiuyang to create iron chains and cages by the Master. If they had been used to cast swords, the combat power of his Black Wind Camp would have surely increased several-fold.
But, having obtained these iron materials, the Master certainly had great merit. Su Lang thought that if it weren’t for the Master’s secret planning and advice, he might not have even been able to touch a single piece of iron, and considering the Master hadn’t emptied his storeroom, there were still many good things left in Black Wind Camp, which made him feel relieved.
Dong Huiying scratched her neck, feigning cluelessness, and asked, "Actually... I’ve always felt that your voice sounds familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"
Su Lang was startled.
Dong Huiying sought confirmation from Zhi Chen, after all, this handsome young man with a baby face had come for Liang Zhichen.
Zhi Chen pondered for a moment before responding, "His name is Su Lang, the Big Boss of Black Wind Camp." It’s either a blessing or a curse, but a curse can’t be avoided. There are things that one must confront when the time comes to face them.
Dong Huiying was stunned. Black Wind Camp?
She remembered being held up by Black Wind Camp on the way to Jun City with Hong Xiangjun and Liang Yuening. At that time, Su Lang had his face covered, and she hadn’t been able to see his features clearly, but his voice had stayed with her.
Yue Ning suddenly picked up a big stick, "Black—Wind—Camp!??"
He recalled how Baobao had almost been disfigured, and back in Black Wind Camp, if not for his sheer luck, he, Baobao, and Hong Xiangjun might have become sieves shot through by the hail of arrows.
Su Lang looked at Liang Zhichen with a baffled face, uncertain about what exactly was happening.
He was a Concubine who often forgot things, and at that moment, he couldn’t remember.
Yue Ning brandished the stick and rushed towards Su Lang.
The two caused a commotion for a while until they were stopped by Dong Huiying and Liang Zhichen respectively.
Dong Huiying massaged her temples, holding onto Liang Yuening’s arm, she too was somewhat speechless about the current situation.
"Alright, stop making a fuss, will you accompany me to practice Gu Refinement?" She planned to refine several more Gu Kings in the next few days, and solve the Devouring God Gu problem once and for all, removing this great worry from her mind.
Liang Yuening, who was brash in front of others, was surprisingly tame like a little quail with Dong Huiying. He lowered his head, wilting, and obediently let Dong Huiying lead him away.
But he was still mumbling doubts in his mind.
Why was his elder brother mingling with the people from Black Wind Camp? Could it be that his elder brother had some unspeakable secrets?
Although he wasn’t clever, he stole a glance at Dong Huiying.
All of a sudden, he felt as if she might know his elder brother’s secrets.
This feeling was uncomfortable, and he grew somewhat displeased. But when Dong Huiying smiled at him, he immediately forgot all his worries and became like a chicken on caffeine, busily revolving around this little woman, spinning around like a lively top.
Liang Zhichen knew of Yue Ning’s impulsive nature, and it seemed that his own elder brother’s authority might still be less effective than a light word from this young lady.