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Bang!
Hong Ling's fist struck Gan Yuan's face two inches away, as if it had hit a wooden board. No matter how much force Hong Ling used, it wouldn't budge an inch further.
"Yu Long, don’t let him hit me! Come help!" Hong Ling shouted in frustration.
"Wait!" Gan Yuan felt a tightness in his heart at the mention of Hong Yulong. If Hong Ling hit him, it would mean that Yidong would have to reattach his broken leg again. Was it really necessary for him to take such a beating?
As he spoke, he lowered the Spiritual Energy barrier in front of him and leaned his face toward Hong Ling's fist, inviting her to strike.
Seeing Gan Yuan's expression, Hong Ling felt as if she were looking at some rare animal. The thought of wanting to slap him just moments ago vanished completely. How could there be someone like this? With her anger having nowhere to go, by the time she regained her composure, Gan Yuan had already entered the tavern. Liu Dong was left standing dumbly at the entrance, unsure of what to do.
"You scoundrel!" Hong Ling shouted angrily, stomping her foot as she walked into the tavern.
"What now?" Hong Er looked at Gan Yuan, wondering how to get Hong Ling to quiet down.
But what could they do? They needed to find someone. That Gu Ping was nowhere to be found. He didn’t believe that those from the Moon River Sect would be unable to locate the Nine Nethermen. Gan Yuan sat nearby, eating the rice that Xiao Er had just brought over, grain by grain, as if he were counting them.
"How do we find them?"
"I’ll ask him," Gan Yuan raised an eyebrow, questioning why they needed help from Sky's End Tower.
"Don’t go too far! Let’s not forget who was most eager to get their hands on the treasure first," Hong Er retorted. She wasn’t about to fall for Gan Yuan’s tricks; after all, he was just a teenager himself. How could he outsmart those seasoned veterans who had roamed the Jianghu for years?
They won't be able to get it, and even if they don't go looking for it, the people from the Moon River Sect will come searching. Let's not forget those from the Nine Nether Celestial.
I feel reassured. Hong Er sneered, as everyone knows that the Jade Void Sect is uneasy, which is why they sent Gan Yuan to follow the Moon River Sect. Who would have thought that there would be unexpected gains from that incident?
Hong Ling ignored what Hong Er was saying to Gan Yuan and turned to Hong Yulong, asking, "Do you think what that Singer said was true?"
I wonder what kind of courage a Singer would have to deceive them? Hong Yulong didn't believe that a mere mortal would dare to trick cultivators; I don't deny it. There are so many cultivators.
But isn't it strange? That Old Prince didn't come along. Hong Ling leaned closer to Hong Yulong's ear, glancing at Gan Yuan, and whispered.
Isn't it odd that the throne would matter more to that Old Man? Hong Yulong looked towards the table where Gan Yuan and Hong Er were discussing, swinging his leg to create a barrier between himself, Hong Ling, and the others at the table to prevent them from overhearing their conversation.
If that's the case, shouldn't that Old Man be in Kyoto? Why is he lingering in Tuan City? Isn't that strange?
Hong Yulong picked up a dish in front of him, fiddling with it restlessly. With a snap of his fingers, he wondered if that Old Man knew something.
Ni Tianhong sent word that the Singer might have been taken away by the Old Man; he must know something, or else he wouldn't have acted like that. Hong Ling nodded and forcefully pressed her hand down on the table, creating a dent.
They were about to leave when Hong Yulong hadn't finished speaking when someone on the street shouted: "There's been a death! A death! A death!"
The people from the Jade Void Sect and Six Little Mice leaned out of the tavern, following the sound. At the end of an alley lay a headless corpse, blood gushing from its neck and pooling on the ground—a gruesome sight. Hong Ling suddenly felt nauseous, nearly retching up her last meal.
"Did you experience anything like that during those days?" Hong Yulong asked, looking at Gan Yuan.
Gan Yuan shook his head. "No."
After answering Hong Yulong, Gan Yuan turned his gaze to the neck of the corpse. Suddenly, he felt a sense of familiarity; he was certain he had seen that kind of scar somewhere before. What could it be?
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