Seeing Fang Shuwen had already stood up, Lu Guiyan gritted her teeth and had no choice but to stand up and follow behind Fang Shuwen.
Although Lu Guiyan felt that it was better to wait here than to wander around like this.
Even if they don't get to see Wu Lingxiao, with Liu Qi, the chief steward of Flying Snow City, there's enough to complete the handover.
However, she didn't have the courage to separate from Fang Shuwen.
After all, she looked around at these people and felt that she couldn't afford to offend any of them.
Now that the Book Immortal Murong Qingchen didn't intend to wait there any longer, Fang Shuwen followed her to join in the fun.
Aside from remarking that experts always act eccentrically, she had nothing else to say and could only obediently follow along.
The group entered the inner hall in a leisurely manner, and upon seeing this, the people in front of the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.
Finally, the old man surnamed Gu rubbed the slap mark on his face and took the lead in following along.
Not to be outdone, the others immediately rushed into the inner hall.
This is by no means the proper way to treat a guest, but since everyone has come to Flying Snow City at this time, they must all have their own purposes.
I didn't come here as a guest, so I naturally didn't care about the etiquette of being a guest.
Just as everyone entered the inner courtyard, they heard footsteps approaching the main hall. Before Liu Qi even reached them, the sound of footsteps could already be heard:
"I apologize, everyone, there were thorns inside the City Lord's mansion just now..."
The conversation ended abruptly there.
The hall was completely empty; there was no one there at all.
Only a few maids remained, standing to the side, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Liu Qi's expression changed:
Where are they?
"They went... to the inner courtyard."
Liu Qi's face darkened:
"This is absolutely outrageous!!"
That's what they say, but there's nothing we can do about it.
None of the people who came today are easy to get along with, especially since Murong Qingchen is here.
This one person alone was enough to put Flying Snow City on high alert.
Liu Qi quickly ordered his men to surround the city lord's mansion, preventing anyone from escaping easily, while he hurried towards the inner courtyard.
Fortunately, Fang Shuwen and his group hadn't gone too far, and Liu Qi caught up in just a few steps.
He hurriedly shouted:
"Wait a moment, everyone! The inner courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion is off-limits!!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Qingchen stopped in her tracks, turned around to look at Liu Qi, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Liu Qi's heart tightened:
"Senior Murong..."
What happened inside the City Lord's Mansion just now?
Murong Qingchen interrupted him before he could finish speaking, asking a question.
Lu Guiyan was taken aback by this question. It seemed rather absurd. Could it be that Murong Qingchen had discovered something?
She couldn't help but tug at Fang Shuwen's sleeve:
Do you know what happened?
Fang Shuwen smiled:
"There was chaos inside the city lord's mansion just now; something must have happened."
Lu Guiyan then realized that it wasn't a matter of experts acting strangely... but rather that experts are often sharp-eyed and perceptive, able to notice things that ordinary people cannot.
They had prior knowledge of the situation, which allowed them to take action.
To someone unaware of the situation, wouldn't that just seem like eccentric behavior?
Faced with Murong Qingchen's question, Liu Qi hurriedly replied:
"Senior, please forgive me. There were assassins in the city lord's mansion just now. Now the entire Flying Snow City is under martial law from top to bottom, and the city gates are closed to outsiders."
"Just now..."
Murong Qingchen ignored his rambling and waved her hand:
"Is Wu Lingxiao dead?"
"... without."
Liu Qi felt exhausted. Why wouldn't Murong Qingchen wait for him to finish speaking?
Murong Qingchen nodded upon hearing this:
"Give me the Seven-String Ancient Text."
"Ah?"
Liu Qi thought he had misheard.
One second they were asking about the city lord's safety, and the next they're begging for things?
Fang Shuwen, not understanding what was going on, asked Lu Guiyan:
What is the "Seven-String Ancient Text"?
As a result, even the usually knowledgeable and well-informed Chief Escort Lu proved ineffective this time.
She looked confused.
"I don't know either..."
Fang Shuwen then looked at Chen Yan.
This kid's background is probably extraordinary; he knows many secrets that others don't.
As a result, Chen Yan stared at the artificial hill not far away with a bitter and resentful expression, not knowing what the artificial hill had done to provoke him, but he just stood there motionless.
Fang Shuwen felt that he was still a gentle and kind person; otherwise, he would have really wanted to kick him at this moment.
The girl who came in with Chen Yan said softly:
"The Seven-String Ancient Text is the most treasured heirloom of Flying Snow City. It is said that there are great mysteries and great opportunities within it."
"Young man, didn't you come here for this?"
Fang Shuwen gently shook his head:
"I was just helping to bring two people to Flying Snow City."
The girl glanced at Fang Shuwen with some surprise, then suddenly smiled:
"Then you'd better leave early. This group, including Murong Qingchen, is all here for the Seven-String Ancient Text."
"Including you?"
"Including me."
This girl is quite frank.
Fang Shuwen smiled:
"Haven't you asked me yet?"
"Golden Bell Tower, Xiao Yanyu"
Fang Shuwen was stunned, and Lu Guiyan's eyes widened as well.
Xiao Yanyu was somewhat taken aback upon seeing this:
"Do you have any connection with my Golden Bell Tower?"
Fang Shuwen took out the strange golden bell from his pocket:
"We killed someone and took it from him. He had accepted a commission from Golden Bell Tower to rob the caravan we were escorting."
Xiao Yanyu smiled:
"I see. This golden bell is a certificate, a certificate that allows you to do business with our Golden Bell Tower."
"Young man, keep this safe; you never know when you might need it."
"Oh? You're not going to avenge that person?"
"I don't know him at all, why would I want revenge?"
"He accepted a commission from your Golden Bell Tower..."
"If he didn't have the ability to complete it, why did he take the job? And if he died after taking it, what would that have to do with Golden Bell Tower?"
"That makes sense."
Fang Shuwen nodded, but suddenly looked up at the rooftop on one side.
Then, the sound of wind being cut could be heard.
It was the same four people who had led people into the city earlier—three men and one woman.
Liu Qi could no longer stop Murong Qingchen. As soon as the four people arrived, they blocked Murong Qingchen's way.
Murong Qingchen's gaze was indifferent; he merely narrowed his eyes and swept them over the four people one by one, saying calmly:
"Hand over the Seven-String Ancient Text, and I'll turn and leave without hesitation."
The leading man gently shook his head:
"Even the Book Immortal Murong Qingchen cannot take away the Seven-String Ancient Text."
You want to fight me?
Murong Qingchen placed the hand holding the book behind her back, while her other hand hung naturally at her sides.
"In that case, let me see what you're capable of."
When communication fails, physical violence is inevitable.
Just as the battle seemed about to erupt, a voice rang out:
"Wait!"
Everyone turned around at the sound of the voice, and it was Fang Shuwen who Fang Shuwen.
Murong Qingchen squinted at him:
"What advice do you have for me, young man?"
Fang Shuwen smiled, pointed at Liu Qi, and said:
"We've come here for no other reason than to ask Lu'an Escort Agency to deliver two escorts to Flying Snow City. They've already been delivered... What you're fighting about has nothing to do with us."
"But before the fight starts, can you ask him to sign the escort slip for our young escort?"