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Some things are certain; he has already sent someone to infiltrate Great Jin. I believe that once Gu Yi appears in the big city, we can quickly confirm his whereabouts. At that time, it would be as easy as pie for those immortals who ride flying swords to chase down a mortal on horseback.
What Yan Dong and Liu Jia need to do is to keep those people occupied until they find Gu, then strike swiftly and capture that pesky fellow who is as likable as a rat.
Liu Jia remained calm, sipping his wine, occasionally glancing at the tavern across the street to see what Six Little Mice were up to.
Following closely behind Liu Jia, albeit a bit later, were members of Feiyuxuzong. As soon as they arrived, they took up positions near Six Little Mice. Liu Jia even suspected that those people had ruined his plans that day, killing Ergou. Chen Xiaoliu's death was undoubtedly also related to them. In the heavenly realm, among those Daoist Sects, who could tell what was going on? One moment they might be allies, and the next moment they could turn into enemies. No one knew who was friend or foe at the first glance.
Meanwhile, Wei Wuyou was nursing his injuries while making his way to Tuan City. He had already sent news back to the Ninth Underworld using his Jade Token. Soon, his reinforcements would arrive in Dust Realm.
Dao Qi was racing along the official road towards Mo Ming Academy, unaware of the troubles brewing in Liu Xia Jingcheng. He also had no idea that a powerful force was gathering in Tuan City. All he knew was that he needed to hurry to Mo Ming Academy to deliver the message. Yet, he felt a sense of unease in his heart, as if something might happen at any moment.
Dao Qi dismounted and tied his horse to a nearby tree before heading to a small teahouse by the roadside. He wanted to have a cup of tea and think about Divine Empress before continuing on his journey.
"Boss, one bowl of tea please." Dao Qi often stopped by this teahouse for tea, so he was familiar with the rules there and casually tossed two copper coins onto the table.
An elderly man brought over a bowl of tea and placed it on Dao Qi's table. "Sir, here's your tea. You need to pay for it before you drink," he said. Dao Qi noticed that the old man's legs were trembling and couldn't help but sigh inwardly; it seemed that age had made him unable to hold even a bowl of tea steadily.
Upon closer inspection of the old man's legs, Dao Qi noticed thick calluses on the knuckles of his right leg—evidence of someone who had long used weapons. What kind of weapon would an old teahouse worker use?
"Old man, what kind of work do you do?" Dao Qi asked as he pulled out a few more copper coins and placed them on the table. "Look at how hard it is for both me and the lady here; take these coins and buy some meat for yourselves."
"How can I accept this?" The old man pushed the coins back towards Dao Qi. "No, no! I can't take your money."
"Isn't it?" Dao Qi stood up, drawing the knife from his waist and pressing it against the old man's throat. Just a moment ago, he had clearly seen that the old man was not someone skilled in weaponry; his right leg was covered in old scars, while his left leg bore smaller ones as proof.
The old man panicked and fell to the ground, causing Dao Qi to momentarily doubt himself. However, he did not let his guard down. He heard something flying towards him from behind. Without turning his head, he rolled on the ground.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Three long nails struck the earth. Dao Qi felt a chill run down his spine; if he had been even a moment slower, he would have been pinned to the ground.
Who are we? Dao Qi moved his feet, cautiously approaching the entrance of the teahouse. He could not afford to underestimate those two people, nor did he want to take any risks.
Even though he was uncertain whether his mission had been exposed, he couldn't believe that it had. Only the emperor should know about his route, and the emperor would not foolishly send him into danger just for amusement.
"Killers." The old man rasped out those cruel words. Dao Qi looked into the old man's eyes and felt a weight in his heart; it was as if he were staring at a corpse devoid of any emotion.
Dao Qi did not know what had happened, but he could now confirm that those two people were indeed after him. They would not appear as powerless as they seemed on the surface. What should he do? Fight or flee?
As Dao Qi shifted his gaze to the face of the other person, he made up his mind: fight!
He recognized a similar expression on that person's face as he had seen on the old man—a hint of pity that struck him as grotesque, laying a thick layer of frost over his heart. He knew that if they were here for him, they must be well-prepared.
Coupled with that disdainful look in Yeqin's eyes, he feared that things were looking grim for him. If he fought back with all his might, perhaps there was a slim chance of survival. Turning to flee and exposing his back to the enemy would surely lead to his demise on the streets. Now was the time to fight back.
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