Chapter 8: Delicacies
"This, this, this..."
The elder of the Su Family stared at the bizarre piece of meat in Su Heng’s hand, feeling that his worldview had been greatly shaken, unable to speak for a long while. After a moment, the elder regained the ability to organize his speech.
He turned his head to Zhao Hu beside him, "Martial Master Zhao, during your younger days when you traveled everywhere, have you ever come across something like this?"
"In my days wandering the martial world, indeed I have heard plenty of taboos and legends related to demons and evil spirits," Zhao Hu also had a strange expression on his face, and he spoke slowly, "But if you’re asking about personal experiences, this is also a first for me."
"However..."
Zhao Hu’s gaze toward Su Heng carried a trace of respect, "Second Young Master Su is truly brave extraordinary, to have such courage after such a short time of martial arts training. Truly, a hero emerges from youth, remarkable, absolutely remarkable."
"What’s important is how to deal with this situation." Su Heng had not a hint of pride, his gaze calmly resting on the elder of the Su Family.
"First, let’s block this well." The Su elder twirled his goatee chin as he cautiously spoke, "Also, we shouldn’t let anyone live in this courtyard anymore. Su Shang, there are two rooms in your second brother’s courtyard; you and your brother can stay together in one courtyard."
"Nearby there’s Xionger Mountain, and upon it lies Dinglin Temple. It is said that the monks in Dinglin Temple possess Divine Skills and are virtuous ascetics of high practice. I plan to donate a sum of Silver to the temple and invite the monks to perform a ritual at our residence."