Gao Liang immediately examined closely—by gosh, it was definitely forged! It had been altered using a special correction fluid. Unless you look closely, it's truly hard to notice. Fortunately, Ying'er beside him spotted it. Good heavens, it had even passed the old Zai's spiritual vision! Gao Liang was furious—how dare they fabricate such a falsehood? Who could it be? He would bring them to justice! The scene shifts to Hanshai City Railway Station. Ye Qian is carrying a travel suitcase, when at the very moment she steps onto the train, someone suddenly pulls her back. She turns to see Bi Zhen Tian and Huang Feilong standing beside her. Huang Feilong unexpectedly handed over a beautifully crafted photo, the size of a business card, that Ye Qian had accidentally left behind at the Long-Feng Hall. It was a photo of Gao Liang working at the Moon Bay Internet Café in Hanhai City. Without knowing why, seeing that photo stirred Ye Qian deeply. How nostalgic she felt for the days when she and Gao Liang worked together at the café! Yet, those days were now behind her. Gao Liang had grown into a renowned figure, celebrated throughout the country, a true force in the industry. The Long-Feng Hall maintained a strict hierarchical structure, and its hall master was known for his imposing authority. To Ye Qian, she was merely a part-time employee—strictly speaking, just a corporate professional. Their positions and statuses were vastly different. Yet, strangely, every night Ye Qian dreamed of the same person—Gao Liang. She longed to return to those simpler days, to live a quiet, ordinary life alongside him. But now… As Ye Qian was about to commit to returning, someone suddenly appeared—Zhao Fuzhong. And thus, a contest and a series of negotiations began. "Get out of the way! Or else—I'll scrap your pig feet!" Black Zhen Tian and Huang Feilong had earned that. Zhao Fucai snorted coldly and said, "Heh! I doubt you've got the strength for that!" Ye Qian felt a mix of emotions and immediately took off as soon as they began to face off. "You're lucky this time! Next time I catch you, I'll have you crawling back on all fours!" Zhao Fucai said to Black Zhen Tian and Huang Feilong. Black Zhen Tian, of course, wasn't ready to be defeated. He stepped forward, chest puffed out, and said, "Our hallmaster is the real star—yourself, I'm afraid! Hah! It's like the sun rising from the west!" This remark infuriated Zhao Fucai, who's face turned a deep shade of blue. He flung his sleeve up and roared at Black Zhen Tian, "You're asking for it! Take this!" As he spoke, Black Zhen Tian saw a strange object hurtling toward him at incredible speed. By the time he could make out what it was, he was pale as a ghost—what he saw was something only found The zombie's hand! Oh my goodness! Black Zhen Tian was filled with fear, immediately reaching out to block—but it was too late. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed the zombie's hand suddenly retracting, trembling violently, and the zombie's expression deeply painful, as though under attack. Upon closer inspection, two tall, agile guards in golden and silver armor had appeared—clearly the Golden and Silver Armor Guards. They had just arrived from Kyoto by train, hearing that the master had come to Hanhai City. As soon as they stepped off the train, they saw the combat and stepped in to assist. Together, the Golden and Silver Armor Guards combined their strengths: one wielded an invincible Yin-Yang hand technique, the other possessed a unique ability of Water plus Earth creating a swamp. With both techniques deployed simultaneously, Zhao Fucai's feet sank into a deep swamp, while the zombie's outstretched arm was intercepted and firmly twisted by the invincible Yin-Yang hand, causing it to tremble and retract. Good thing it wasn't for the timely rescue by Jin Yin Jia, Black Zhen Tian's face would have been torn by the terrifying zombie hands. Things would have been dire indeed. Seeing that he couldn't gain the upper hand, Zhao Fucai immediately grew furious, yet he overlooked the fact that Jin Yin Jia's current martial prowess had significantly diminished—having been refined by Gao Liang's exceptional training. His power of force had greatly increased, and his unique abilities—mire mastery and yin-yang supremacy—had each grown by thirty percent. These abilities could not be instantly dispelled. Moreover, Black Zhen Tian and Huang Feilong, from the nearby sand heap, grasped a handful of sand and, with a powerful throw, sent it straight at Zhao Fucai, who was struggling in the mire. "Ah! My eyes! My eyes! I can't see anything at all!" It turned out that the fine sand had deeply penetrated into Zhao Fucai's eyes, causing him intense pain as he rubbed them vigorously. The more he rubbed, the worse it got—because the sand particles, thrown with three-tenths of their full strength by Black Zhen Tian and Huang Feilong, possessed strong penetrating power, Zhao Fu-chou grew furious when Black Zhen-tian, Huang Fei-long, and Jin Yin-jia burst into laughter. Drawing upon the supposed magical power that had accumulated over thousands of years, he suddenly transformed into a giant, towering six meters high—so imposing that with a mere exertion of strength, he stepped out of the marsh. With each footfall on the floor, the surface cracked and left a deep impression, three decimeters in depth. "Ah! I'll have you all dead!" his face contorted with fierce determination as he advanced toward Black Zhen-tian, Huang Fei-long, and Jin Yin-jia. "Ah! Oh! Oh!" The four were startled by the bear's agony. Upon looking, heaven help them—the bear's palm was now quivering, and he was howling with pain.