In the small courtyard, Wen Hai's face darkened and he stared at the disciple who came to summon him.
"Yes...yes, Young Master Wen..." the disciple said tremblingly and cautiously.
However, as soon as he said this, Wen Hai kicked the disciple directly in the face.
Bang!
The disciple immediately fell to the ground, with a deep footprint on his face and a large swelling, but he did not dare to say a word and could only stand up again and lowered his head.
"Send someone to chase her immediately. If you can't catch that girl, don't come back!" Wen Hai said coldly.
"Young Master Wen, that bitch was actually taken away by Master Feng Lie's people!" the disciple said.
"Master Feng Lie?" Wen Hai frowned.
The disciple immediately told the whole story.
Wen Hai's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he said angrily: "How dare Feng Lie go against our religion? Huh, you really don't know how to live or die! Where is Feng Lie? I want to deal with him!"
"Brother Wen, please be patient. Didn't Feng Lie say that? He just arranged for that bitch to be sent to the hospital down the mountain for treatment. Don't worry, Feng Lie must be watching over that bitch, otherwise he will have to take his place.
The bitch is suffering, he is not a fool, he should know the stakes involved." Ying Polang, who had been simply bandaged next to him, said calmly while holding his wine glass.
"Send someone immediately to bring that bitch to me!" Wen Hai said solemnly.
"There's no rush in this matter!"
Before the disciple could speak, Ying Polang waved his hand again.
"Young Master Ying..."
"Brother Wen, today is your special day. You should go out to entertain the guests first. You can put aside such small things for now! Your big things are more important." Ying Polang said.
"Young Master Ying, I'm really sorry that something like this happened and I didn't treat him well. Please forgive me." Wen Hai apologized.
"Nothing's wrong, but I'm curious about one thing. Feng Lie should be strangers to that bitch. Why would Feng Lie be willing to take the risk of offending a religious person to save that bitch?" Ying Polang said calmly.
"I can't figure this out either." Wen Hai touched his chin and thought.
"That's all, forget it if you can't figure it out. They are just minor characters. Don't worry about it. Brother Wen, go and get busy." Ying Polang said with a faint smile.
"Okay, Young Master Ying, I'll go over first. If you need anything, just say hello."
"Um!"
"Give me a good treat, Young Master Ying. If Young Master Ying has any dissatisfaction, let me ask you questions!" Wen Hai shouted coldly at the religious disciples around him, then turned around and left the courtyard.
The hour is approaching, and everyone in Chongzong is bustling with excitement.
The mountain gate is like a market, with all kinds of dignitaries coming in and out.
Today, not only famous doctors from various places came here, but also many business tycoons or famous politicians, especially many martial arts masters from China.
After all, worshiping religion covers a wide range of areas, whether it is medicine or martial arts, they have contact with it.
"Hahaha, congratulations!"
"Mr. Fang, you're welcome! Come on, come on, please come in!"
"Hey, Master Chu? Are you here too? Come on, please take a seat, please take a seat!"
"Zhang Weichang is here? Please come in quickly!"
"Quick, serve the wine! Where's the wine?"
The hall was extremely noisy. Chongzhi was hosting a grand banquet this time. Hundreds of tables were set up. Of course, the most important thing was only the dozen or so tables inside. The people sitting there all drove directly up the mountain.
Its existence and distinguished status are evident.
Wen Hai came out and entertained many distinguished guests.
His father, the religious leader, did not show up.
He didn't like this kind of occasion very much, but if some big shot came and Wen Hai couldn't control the situation, he would still have to step forward.
At this moment, a disciple hurried over and whispered beside Wenhai: "Young Master Wen, the Sword King is here!"
