HPDBC Chapter 192 My Waist is Getting Worse
Chapter 192 My Waist is Getting Worse
In the hall, the Old Eastern King sat in the main seat. By then, the servants had already presented the fine Bi Luo Chun Tea. He picked up the teacup and took a slight sip, then looked towards Ye Feng as if to say, "Now, you can speak, young man."
Ye Feng sat at his side, accompanying him. Even though the Old Eastern King was now in his twilight years, he had been a hero in his youth, so Ye Feng still owed him some respect.
Therefore, Ye Feng succinctly recounted the entire event, including the part where the Lord of Dongcheng, Dongfang Sheng, had eventually been beheaded. There was no embellishment in his account.
Upon hearing the whole story, the Old Eastern King, Muu Tianye, froze, his brows tightly furrowed, as if he were deep in thought.
"Summon Loo Manager and Lu Bentian here!" the Old Eastern King commanded with a wave of his Great Hand.
Instantly, two guards brought Lu Bentian and Loo Manager forward, and the Old Eastern King ordered coldly, "Unbind them!"
With a flash of his knife, a silver-armored guard sliced through the ropes on their wrists cleanly in two, yet without harming their skin in the slightest. The swift cut and precise control of his blade clearly demonstrated that this silver-armored guard was a master with the knife.
Xiao Chuanqi couldn’t help but say to Ye Feng, "My lord, this..."
Ye Feng gestured with his hand for him not to say more.@@@@
The Old Eastern King sat up straight, his voice solemn, "Now, I ask the two of you, is what the Northern King just said true?"
"Not at all, Eastern King. That Ye chap is lying!" Lu Bentian blurted out. Enjoy more content from novelhall.Côm
The Old Eastern King’s expression did not change as he turned to look at Loo Manager and said in a grave tone, "And you, do you think the same?"
Loo Manager glanced at the Old Eastern King and then at Ye Feng, sitting dignifiedly, and finally made up his mind. He knelt on the ground and burst into tears, "I beg to report to the Eastern King, everything Northern King Ye Feng said is completely true, there has not been the slightest exaggeration. It was Lu Bentian, this man, who committed insubordination.
"Eastern King, why? Why won’t you kill Loo Manager and instead reward him, and why kill me? Why?" Lu Bentian bellowed repeatedly.
"Why? Simply because you kidnapped the Northern King’s woman, and that’s reason enough for you to die a hundred times over!" the Old Eastern King declared sternly.
In fact, the Old Eastern King was fully aware that Ye Feng had left Lu Bentian to wait for his return not because Ye Feng didn’t dare to kill him, but rather, it was just affording him some semblance of respect.
All the way Lu Bentian wailed and cried miserably, but once he was taken to the yard, the sound quickly ceased.
"Alright, those irritating matters have been dealt with; Ye Feng, you’ve rarely visited my Eastern Border, come on, let’s go to the side hall, and we’ll have a good drink!" The Old Eastern King said, and tried to stand up, only to grab his waist halfway up and let out a pained cry.
Upon seeing this, Ye Feng exclaimed in alarm, "Old Eastern King, are you alright?" he said, moving to help steady him.
The Old Eastern King hastily waved his hands and said, "It’s nothing, nothing at all. It’s just my back, it’s been getting progressively worse over the years. As one gets older, the body just isn’t the same as it was."
Ye Feng couldn’t help but laugh, "I say, Old Northern King, in the past you were a renowned expert. I remember over thirty years ago, how you and my master, the Old Northern King, roamed the battlefield with such might that enemies quaked at the mere mention of your names. Though you are older now, your body can’t possibly have deteriorated to this extent. Come, let me take your pulse."
"Oh no, no need, no need. It’s just a minor issue, nothing serious!" The Old Eastern King repeatedly rejected the offer with a wave of his hand.
Ye Feng didn’t insist further, merely saying, "Then allow me to help you up, Old Eastern King."
As he said this and extended his hand, the moment he helped the Old Eastern King up, Ye Feng’s two fingers deftly touched the other’s wrist. Afterwards, Ye Feng understood everything.
It wasn’t due to old age that the Old Eastern King’s body was in poor shape. After all, he was still a Martial Arts Practitioner and a Huajin Grandmaster; even at an advanced age, he shouldn’t be in such a bad condition.
The real reason was that the Old Eastern King had been indulging in excessive debauchery and had completely sapped his strength; he had even leaked much of his vital yang energy, leaving very little essence in him.
Ye Feng suddenly remembered that just the other day the Old Eastern King had gone out to sea on a cruise ship, bringing along over a dozen young and beautiful women. This was sheer folly.