Although Fu Xi Yan had always wanted to return home and give up his position in the Brocade Guard, now was absolutely not a good time.
The expert who had attempted to assassinate him was still hiding somewhere in the shadows. Xuan Ou Zi had only recently shown him open hostility, Zhang Da Shan had disappeared after leaving the Brocade Guard encampment, and Fu Xi Yan still did not know who had stolen Wei Gang’s memorial…
Far too many dangers were concealed around him. Remaining in Luoyang under Pei Yuan Jin’s protection was currently the best solution.
Someone, however, clearly did not agree.
Fu Xi Yan suddenly had the feeling that the emperor’s decree might not have been directed solely at Chu Guang. It might also have been aimed at him.
Fu Xuan had warned him not to separate from the main force, yet the imperial decree specifically ordered him to travel alone with the envoy. Yes, alone. Zhong Xin and Geng Geng were not included in the order, so naturally they could not abandon their posts in the Brocade Guard without permission.
At such a critical moment, Fu Xi Yan felt that he ought to have a proper discussion with his ally.
The quarry was in a remote location, and returning to the city required traveling along a stretch of mountain road. The bright green hills of daytime became terrifying after nightfall. Their enormous black silhouettes seemed to embody countless hidden dangers and sinister things, and even walking beneath them made Fu Xi Yan feel a chilling current of yin energy.
Had he possessed any choice, he truly would not have gone out at this hour. Unfortunately, Zhang A Gu had already decided that they would depart the following day, so Fu Xi Yan had no alternative.
As the night grew darker and the moonlight colder, Fu Xi Yan finally could not resist calling out, “Xiao Sang? Xiao Zhang? Are you there?”
After a while, Xiao Sang appeared behind him and silently walked along.
By the moonlight, Fu Xi Yan suddenly noticed a faint second shadow on the ground and nearly turned around to attack.
Xiao Sang looked at Fu Xi Yan, who had abruptly jumped into the air, with some confusion.
“Why didn’t you make a sound when you came out?” Fu Xi Yan demanded, his fierce expression doing little to conceal his nervousness.
Xiao Sang looked innocent. “The Young Palace Master thinks I talk too much.”
“Talking more is better,” Fu Xi Yan said.
Delighted to encounter someone who appreciated him, Xiao Sang said, “Squeak—” then asked, “So, are you really the Young Palace Master’s wife?”
Elio’s Notes: Fu Xi Yan tells Xiao Sang to 吱声, meaning “make a sound” or “speak up.” Xiao Sang jokingly responds with 吱, the squeaking sound of a small animal, before immediately returning to the gossip.
Although the Lightning Division presented a mysterious and inscrutable image to outsiders, internally it was no different from any other department. Its members still gathered to exchange gossip. Fu Xi Yan’s identity as the “Young Palace Master’s wife” had circulated among them for quite some time, but both supposed parties remained secretive about it, which only made everyone more curious.
Fu Xi Yan said, “…Perhaps Xiao Zhang should come out instead.”
Xiao Zhang certainly spoke less, but while walking along a dark road, having a silent figure following as closely as his own shadow was actually more frightening than being alone. Fu Xi Yan used his movement technique and hurried all the way to Xiangyun Cloth Shop without looking back.
Seeing him arrive in such a frantic state, the cloth shop attendant looked puzzled. “Oh? Is someone trying to assassinate you again?”
Fu Xi Yan: “…”
Was no one ever going to let that day go?
He made his way familiarly to the second floor and found Pei Yuan Jin’s door standing open. A huge cat lay outside it. The moment the white tiger heard someone coming upstairs, its listless head immediately perked up.
Fu Xi Yan’s steps halted. Deciding that he had arrived at an inconvenient moment, he turned to leave, only for Yu Su Huan to emerge from the room and call after him.
“You’ve already come this far. Why not come inside?” She had clearly noticed his fear of the tiger, yet remained at the doorway to enjoy the spectacle.
Fu Xi Yan helplessly asked the question countless passersby had asked pet owners before him. “Does it bite?”
Yu Su Huan smiled. “It’s a tiger. How could a tiger not bite? It won’t bite you, though.”
Fu Xi Yan studied the white tiger’s enormous body sprawled across the floor and remained hesitant. “What if it loses control…”
“Then run faster.”
“…”
Fu Xi Yan pressed himself against the wall and slowly edged forward.
The white tiger did not change its posture, but its eyes repeatedly slid toward him. The instant Fu Xi Yan stepped through the doorway, it suddenly rose to its feet. Fu Xi Yan shot straight into the room—and then directly out the window.
Pei Yuan Jin watched helplessly as Fu Xi Yan knocked the window beside him loose and leaped outside.
“…”
A moment later, Fu Xi Yan was hanging beyond the window, one hand gripping the ledge and the other clutching half of the broken lattice. He asked apologetically, “Should I find a carpenter to repair this?”
Since it was already late at night, Yu Su Huan did not make him go to such trouble. She told an attendant to remove a window from another room and install it in its place.
Fu Xi Yan sat meekly in a corner like a nervous young wife, watching the attendant work. Only after the man left did he smile ingratiatingly. “I’ll send someone to repair the other window tomorrow morning.”
Yu Su Huan asked, “Aren’t you leaving for Haojing first thing tomorrow?”
“Zhong Xin and Geng Geng can take care of it.”
“They aren’t going with you?”
“They aren’t.”
Fu Xi Yan had received the imperial decree only that day, yet the Immortal Treasury Palace already knew about it, proving that their information network was remarkably efficient. He therefore asked about the whereabouts of the expert who had attacked him in the street, still fearful whenever he remembered the incident. “I’m afraid he may be waiting to ambush me along the road.”
“That is entirely possible,” Pei Yuan Jin said.
Fu Xi Yan’s attention was immediately drawn toward him, so he did not notice the brief surprise that crossed Yu Su Huan’s face.
Pei Yuan Jin continued, “Let’s hope you’re hard to kill.”
Fu Xi Yan: “…”
Yu Su Huan accompanied him downstairs. Fu Xi Yan could not resist asking, “Is Young Palace Master Pei in a bad mood?”
Yu Su Huan laughed softly. “The last Ruixue Divine Cattle left at the estate was eaten by the white tiger this morning.”
She added, “It was the final one.”
Fu Xi Yan: “…”
No wonder the white tiger looked like a convicted criminal awaiting judgment.
Fu Xi Yan had actually come to ask Pei Yuan Jin for help. Assistance, however, had to be willingly requested and willingly given. Fu Xi Yan had extended an olive branch, but Pei Yuan Jin had not accepted it, so he understood the answer.
After watching Fu Xi Yan depart, Yu Su Huan turned and went upstairs. When she pushed open the door—
The chair where Pei Yuan Jin had been sitting was already empty.
Having learned from the journey there, Fu Xi Yan ignored everything on his way back. He neither looked around nor allowed his attention to wander, focusing solely on rushing forward. Suddenly, a swift, piercing sword whistle sounded beside his ear.
He instinctively tilted his head aside and immediately retaliated with a palm strike.
After Zhong Xin and Geng Geng’s combined instruction, his experience against real opponents had improved enormously. He exchanged blows with the assassin in a manner that looked surprisingly competent.
They fought for roughly the time it took half an incense stick to burn. Then the assassin abruptly changed techniques, deliberately—or perhaps inadvertently—glancing in a certain direction. He followed with a feint that forced Fu Xi Yan backward, then rushed toward the place he had looked.
Fu Xi Yan: “…”
For the first time in his life, had he actually driven an attacker away?
He felt no excitement, however. Although the assassin had covered his face and the moonlight on the ground was far from bright, those sharp peach-blossom eyes were extremely difficult to mistake.
Fu Xi Yan stood where he was for a moment before turning and running back the way he had come.
An attendant had already prepared the bathwater, and Pei Yuan Jin was about to bathe when voices sounded downstairs. Before long, someone knocked on his door.
He frowned and opened it. Fu Xi Yan quietly asked, “May I come inside?” After thinking for a moment, Pei Yuan Jin allowed him to enter.
Fu Xi Yan had already thought everything through on his way back.
Had Pei Yuan Jin wanted to kill him, it would have required no effort at all. He would never have dragged the fight out for so long only to retreat in the end. If Pei Yuan Jin did not want him dead, then tonight’s attack had merely been a performance staged for someone else.
Fu Xi Yan had not known Pei Yuan Jin for long, but he knew that the man was proud to the very core. Anyone powerful enough to make such an arrogant person put on an act had to be extraordinarily formidable.
Lowering his voice, Fu Xi Yan asked, “What is the operational plan for tonight?”
No answer came for a long time.
When Fu Xi Yan looked up, Pei Yuan Jin was staring at him with an odd expression. “How did you know it was me?” Did Fu Xi Yan truly believe his martial arts were so poor that even Fu Xi Yan could exchange three hundred rounds with him?
Fu Xi Yan clearly had not expected Pei Yuan Jin’s attention to veer in that direction. “Xiao Sang and Xiao Zhang never appeared, and your eyes are easy to recognize.” Games involving identifying people from their eyes alone had already been done to death on variety shows in his previous life. Besides, the Wind Chime had issued no warning, proving that the attacker possessed no killing intent.
Pei Yuan Jin: “…”
The first assassination he had ever pretended to carry out had been exposed by the supposed victim. The Young Palace Master, who had believed his performance flawless, found the result rather depressing.
“You were attacked tonight, which gives me a reason to protect you on the journey.”
Fu Xi Yan almost suspected that he had misheard. “Protect me on the journey to where?”
Pei Yuan Jin did not so much as move an eyelid, clearly considering the question too foolish to deserve an answer.
Happiness had arrived so suddenly that Fu Xi Yan could hardly believe it. “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?” Had he known, he could have performed better. Beyond the duel itself, they could even have staged an alley fight enhanced with suitable props.
“It wouldn’t have been convincing,” Pei Yuan Jin said.
Clearly, the two directors followed very different directing philosophies.
Director Fu cared about visual spectacle.
Director Pei emphasized authentic emotion.
Fu Xi Yan departed from the cloth shop once again and returned to the quarry. This time, however, his steps were light and his mood cheerful. The same landscape that had seemed smothered in boundless darkness on his way there now appeared illuminated by moonlight along the road ahead.
After finishing his bath, Pei Yuan Jin heard Yu Su Huan pacing outside his door and called her inside.
Perhaps because the night had grown deeper, or because the candlelight inside had dimmed, the atmosphere in the room seemed particularly gloomy.
Yu Su Huan said, “Luo Chi left a suicide note and killed himself out of fear of punishment. Yan Lao Liu and Zhao Zhong You surrendered voluntarily, but both communicated with Luo Chi through separate, direct channels and know very little. The trail ends there.”
Pei Yuan Jin tapped the table. “As expected.”
Yu Su Huan sighed. “The theft of the Harmonized Yang Pills caught us unprepared and forced us to act publicly on a large scale. The branches elsewhere reacted as soon as they heard the news and quickly concealed their traces. Investigating anything now will take twice the effort for half the result.”
They had already anticipated this situation before coming to Luoyang, but they still had to come.
Had they stayed away, those people would only have become even more vigilant.
“By now, Fu Xi Yan’s importance should have spread widely. Young Palace Master can use protecting him as a reason to withdraw from Luoyang, then wait for another opportunity.”
Pei Yuan Jin said nothing.
His manner of handling affairs resembled his martial arts: he preferred every drawn sword to produce blood. During this journey to Luoyang, the Wind, Rain, and Thunder Divisions had all cooperated eagerly on the surface, obeying every command, while secretly defying him and making move after move behind his back.
This strategic withdrawal was born of necessity, but it also allowed him to accumulate his anger until the day he could settle every debt.
“There is one more matter. Qi Zhong sent a letter asking whether Xiao Sang’s and Xiao Zhang’s files should be transferred to headquarters.”
The number of Lightning Division members assigned to Pei Yuan Jin and Yu Su Huan was fixed. Xiao Sang and Xiao Zhang had therefore been temporarily borrowed from Qi Zhong’s command to protect Fu Xi Yan, and their salaries were still being paid from the Shanxi Lightning Division’s accounts.
That was why Qi Zhong had asked.
“Transfer them,” Pei Yuan Jin said.
“To which unit?”
The Lightning Division at headquarters was divided into several units. The Hidden Dragon Unit was responsible for protecting Pei Yuan Jin, the Flower-Guarding Unit protected Yu Su Huan, the Inspection Office secretly monitored the other departments at headquarters, and the Punishment Office carried out disciplinary sentences.
Without needing to think, Pei Yuan Jin answered, “The Fatty Unit.”
Yu Su Huan: “…”
The fatty might want to hit someone if he heard that.
Pei Yuan Jin’s expression suddenly turned grave. “There was an expert following the fatty tonight.”
Pei Yuan Jin had pursued him but failed to catch up.
The man’s martial arts were most likely superior to his own. Had the observer not stood relatively close in order to watch Pei Yuan Jin’s fight with Fu Xi Yan, allowing his headpiece to reflect the moonlight, Pei Yuan Jin might never have noticed him.
When had another expert of that level appeared in Luoyang?
Fu Xi Yan had barely slept after returning to the quarry before someone woke him.
Zhong Xin and Geng Geng came to see him off, reluctant to part.
During their time together, the three had endured poisoning, pursuit, imprisonment in a dungeon, and many other disasters. Yet they had also accumulated pleasant memories of drinking, eating meat, and exchanging gossip. The sudden separation left all of them somewhat unaccustomed.
Fu Xi Yan said, “After I return to the capital, I’ll ask Uncle to transfer you both back as soon as possible.”
Zhou Zhong Xin remained composed, but tears were already gathering at the corners of Zhou Geng Geng’s eyes. “If you encounter anything as delicious as the Ruixue Divine Cattle again, you must save us a bite.”
Fu Xi Yan: “…”
They had only known each other for a few months. How could there possibly be any genuine affection between them?
Fu Xi Yan left the quarry and traveled to the Brocade Guard encampment to meet the envoy, Zhang A Gu. Zhang A Gu then took him to bid farewell to the Third Prince and Chu Guang.
Chu Guang had already finished writing the memorial defending his conduct and asked them to deliver it along with the rest.
Zhang A Gu asked, “Does Commander Chu have anything else he wishes to report privately to His Majesty?”
Chu Guang shook his head. “Everything is in the memorial.” He did not know whether the emperor’s reprimand was connected to Hu Yu or even to the City of Ten Thousand Beasts. Nor did he know what struggles and compromises among powerful factions lay behind his original appointment as Commander of the Brocade Guard. Afraid to say too much, he had only provided a brief account of Zhang Da Shan’s arrest and Fu Xi Yan’s transaction with Xuan Ou Zi.
Meanwhile, the Third Prince handed Fu Xi Yan an envelope.
Fu Xi Yan opened it, and his expression changed slightly. Inside was Wei Gang’s memorial.
The Third Prince smiled. “When you hurried to the quarry that day, you left it in your room. I have kept it safe until now and can finally return it to its owner.”
Fu Xi Yan naturally did not believe that he had left such an important item behind. Even if he had, any Brocade Guard who found it should have handed it to Chu Guang rather than the Third Prince.
Regardless of how the Third Prince had obtained the memorial, returning it now was intended to prove that he had not been the source who informed the emperor about Zhang Da Shan’s release.
After thinking briefly, Fu Xi Yan lowered his voice and asked, “Does Commander Chu know?”
The Third Prince replied, “It belonged to you. I never opened it, so why would I hand it to anyone else?”
Fu Xi Yan had originally regretted losing the opportunity to prove to Chu Shao Yang that he was not the traitor who had secretly informed on them. Then he reconsidered. Given Chu Shao Yang’s temperament, seeing this memorial might not make him trust Fu Xi Yan. It might only deepen his suspicions.
The situation was subtle. One could interpret the fact that Fu Xi Yan still possessed the memorial as proof that he had never submitted it and therefore could not have made the accusation. One could just as easily interpret it as evidence that Fu Xi Yan had intended to submit a memorial all along—and after losing this copy, could simply have written another.
Considering the history between them, Chu Shao Yang would probably choose the latter interpretation.
Fu Xi Yan put away the memorial and thanked the Third Prince. Whatever else had happened, he could at least provide Wei Gang with an explanation now.
Once Zhang A Gu and Fu Xi Yan had departed, the Third Prince and Chen Yi returned to the room, where the Third Prince immediately discarded his gentle smile.
He said to Chen Yi, “That Fu Xi Yan is remarkably slippery!” He had clearly forgotten that he had once described Fu Xi Yan as someone who bullied the weak, feared the strong, avoided trouble whenever it appeared, and was incapable of accomplishing anything.
Chen Yi naturally had no intention of tactlessly reminding him. “Had Great Sir not warned us, we would never have known that members of the Immortal Treasury Palace’s Lightning Division were following Fu Xi Yan. We feared they might have seen us take the memorial and caused Fu Xi Yan to misunderstand that we were the ones who informed His Majesty. Otherwise, we would not have needed to reveal the matter and return it in such haste.”
In Chen Yi’s opinion, a method as direct as openly returning the stolen item lacked some of the subtle artistry of careful, invisible scheming.
The Third Prince said, “I originally thought that someone of Great Sir’s standing was lowering himself and wasting his abilities by following Fu Xi Yan. Now it seems Great Sir truly anticipates the enemy and possesses remarkable foresight.”
Chen Yi smiled. “Fortunately, he is on our side now.”
The Third Prince nodded proudly. “Father Emperor’s move was truly brilliant.”
The road back to Haojing led directly west from the Brocade Guard encampment and did not pass Xiangyun Cloth Shop.
Sitting on his horse, Fu Xi Yan’s eyes darted around as he tried to imagine what manner of entrance Pei Yuan Jin might choose.
Perhaps the trees around them would suddenly tear themselves from the earth and fall together in one direction. Then, amid the tangled trunks, an extraordinarily handsome young gentleman would be revealed, leisurely drinking tea.
Fu Xi Yan could hardly be blamed for imagining it. Pei Yuan Jin’s first appearance had left such an enormous impression on him that the scene remained vivid even now.
Yet by the time the group stopped to rest at noon, no peerlessly handsome gentleman had descended from the sky.
Could Pei Yuan Jin have… stood him up?
Fu Xi Yan became somewhat worried. A position such as Young Palace Master of the Immortal Treasury Palace undoubtedly involved attending to countless affairs every day, being worn down by endless documents, and occasionally needing to direct urgent operations personally… Fu Xi Yan could not continue inventing excuses.
Ever since he met Pei Yuan Jin, the man seemed to have done little besides eat, drink, and become angry with a tiger. Fu Xi Yan simply could not construct an image of him as a tireless model worker.
They traveled like this for three days. Just as Fu Xi Yan began to believe he truly had been abandoned, the mounted group nervously discovered several carriages following behind them.
When Zhang A Gu saw the auspicious-cloud emblem on the carriages, he tensed sharply. Then he noticed Fu Xi Yan sitting calmly in the saddle, remembered the Third Prince’s warning, and relaxed slightly. After ordering everyone not to provoke, stare at, or discuss the carriages behind them, he continued the journey as though nothing had happened.
Pei Yuan Jin appeared to have arrived three days late, but in reality, he and the Hidden Dragon Unit had remained near Fu Xi Yan throughout those three days, secretly protecting him.
The expert who had followed Fu Xi Yan that night greatly concerned him. Lord Qilin had also tested Fu Xi Yan briefly before attempting to kill him, so Pei Yuan Jin wanted to see whether this new arrival would become another “Lord Qilin.”
Unfortunately, this person seemed more cautious.
Pei Yuan Jin sat inside a carriage, idly stroking a newly purchased tabby kitten. The white tiger, still being punished for its misdeed, had been driven into the mountains and ordered to travel on its own.
Yu Su Huan reported the news they had received over the past several days. “After Xuan Ou Zi brought Zhang Da Shan back to Haojing, he left again almost immediately and continued south. He should have entered Southern Yu by now. Along the way, he tried several times to contact Lord Qilin but received no response. He appears to believe that Lord Qilin is deliberately ignoring him and has become rather furious.”
Pei Yuan Jin considered it. “Closely monitor the City of Ten Thousand Beasts.”
The City of Ten Thousand Beasts had remained away from the Central Plains for many years. Its sudden return had to conceal some purpose.
In recent years, the Immortal Treasury Palace had gradually become corrupt. Pei Xiong Ji and the Six Elders were in seclusion, while Pei Yuan Jin had concentrated on cultivation and neglected its affairs. Some regional branches had even begun treating unorthodox factions as brothers and joining them in wrongdoing, causing the palace’s reputation to plummet. Yet in Pei Yuan Jin’s heart, his organization remained what it had once been: the leader of the righteous martial world, the beacon to which every orthodox sect looked for guidance. He still possessed a particular determination to uphold justice throughout the jianghu.
Yu Su Huan nodded, then sighed as she delivered the next report.
“Pharmacist Jiang says the failed pills have no effect. Tang Bao Yun does not have much time left.”
Outside Tang Bao Yun’s room at Willowwood Manor, Madam Tang screamed and raged like a madwoman. Ever since her husband’s death, her emotions had remained dangerously unstable. Only when facing her daughter could she force herself to retain the gentleness of a loving mother. When Jiang Xiu announced that Tang Bao Yun would not survive another three days, however, that remaining gentleness shattered along with her heart.
Had Pei Yuan Jin not left people behind to protect Jiang Xiu, Madam Tang might have torn him apart with her bare hands.
Jiang Xiu was helpless as well. Tang Bao Yun’s constitution and martial arts had never been suitable for consuming the Harmonized Yang Pills, and no one knowledgeable in medicine had been present to watch over her. The fact that she had survived this long was already entirely due to his exceptional medical skill.
Unable to strike him, Madam Tang raised her voice and cursed instead, calling him a quack and accusing him of making an incorrect diagnosis.
Unable to endure it, Jiang Xiu snapped, “Then seek someone more capable!”
Someone more capable?
More capable?
Capable!
A trace of clarity returned to Madam Tang’s frenzied eyes.
She rushed back into her room, searched until she found a perfectly round green lantern, then carefully lit it and hung it beneath the eaves.
Not far away, atop the lookout tower—
Guo Ping had already been waiting there for half a month. He had assumed today would pass as ordinarily and tediously as every previous day, but in the blink of an eye, he saw a green light appear inside Willowwood Manor. He hurriedly leaned out and called to the refined-looking man lying on the roof and watching the moon. “Master, the green lantern has been lit!”
Yan Xie sat up and gazed toward the green lantern he had personally given Tang Gong. He sighed faintly. “In the end, he still told his woman.”
He flipped down into the tower and instructed Guo Ping, “Proceed according to the original plan. Request an audience using the surname Bai. If she asks where I am the moment she sees you, kill her. If she refuses to see you or asks who you are, tell her that you came to offer a stick of incense for Manor Master Tang Gong.”
Guo Ping grinned ingratiatingly. “I haven’t followed Master for even a month and haven’t learned any real abilities yet. How am I supposed to kill someone inside the heavily guarded Willowwood Manor?”
Yan Xie handed him a bead the size of a chicken egg. “Throw it hard against the ground. Once it shatters, stupefying smoke will spread. After Madam Tang loses consciousness, kill her.” He then gave Guo Ping a red pill. “This is the antidote. Swallow it before you throw the bead.”
A strange light flashed in Guo Ping’s eyes. “Master, please demonstrate exactly how it should be taken.”
Yan Xie glanced at him, tossed the pill directly into his mouth, and swallowed. Then he took out another red pill and handed it over.
Guo Ping compared the two and found no visible difference. He immediately accepted it with a broad smile. “Once I finish this task, will Master take me back to Divine Physician Valley?”
“Didn’t I already promise you?” Yan Xie asked.
“It’s only that this disciple guarded Peijie Town for so many years before finally receiving the opportunity to enter Master’s tutelage, so I cherish it greatly.” To tell the truth, before Fu Xi Yan appeared, Guo Ping had always believed that Yan Xie’s instruction to remain in Peijie Town and wait for someone from Count Yongfeng’s Estate had merely been an excuse to dismiss him.
“I waited for far too long.”
So long that he had begun to believe the person would never come within his lifetime.
Yan Xie said coldly, “You talk too much.”
Guo Ping grinned. “This disciple will go immediately. Master, please wait here.” After running two steps, he turned back anxiously. “Master will wait for me to return, won’t you?”
Yan Xie replied, “I keep my word. Once you return, I will take you to Divine Physician Valley and teach you the healing arts.”
Only then did Guo Ping hurry down the tower.
When Madam Tang heard that a young man surnamed Bai had come to see her, her eyes brightened. “Quickly, invite him inside! Quickly!”
Guo Ping entered the hall and saw a woman rushing excitedly toward him, almost crashing directly into his body. Fortunately, Madam Tang stopped herself in time. “Who are you? Where is the Little Divine Physician?”
A strange light flickered in Guo Ping’s eyes. “How did Madam know that the Little Divine Physician sent me?”
Madam Tang said impatiently, “When he took away the person surnamed Bai, Tang Gong was the one who cleaned up the aftermath!”
Guo Ping thought that this must be the secret Yan Xie did not want anyone else to know.
He simply did not know who this person surnamed Bai might be.
Guo Ping did not dare continue questioning her, afraid that further delay would bring trouble. He quickly swallowed the red pill, took out the egg-sized bead, and hurled it against the floor.
With an earth-shaking boom, both the people and the house were blasted to pieces.
From the lookout tower, Yan Xie watched the raging flames rise from Willowwood Manor. A shy smile appeared on his face as he murmured, “Now, no one should come between us again.”
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