"Do not enter the forest when you come upon one; do not chase a desperate foe!"
Old Qiu feared that Wang Chen, young and hot-blooded, would charge into the dense woods to capture the killer, so he hastily added two more words of warning.
Wang Chen nodded. "I understand."
Naturally, he understood such Jianghu experience.
"Yellow Lotus Sect!"
Old Qiu wiped the blood from his face and said bitterly, "One day, our Blood-Clad Guard will tear it out by the roots!"
But that was merely venting his anger.
The Yellow Lotus Sect was one of the largest heretical sects, with enormous influence among the common folk. Though it had suffered several crushing blows, it repeatedly rose from the ashes. Uprooting it completely was easier said than done!
In truth, anyone who had studied history knew that the best way to eradicate such heretical sects was to change the dynasty.
But that was an enormous taboo, something that could not even be spoken aloud.
Dong Zhihui asked, "Boss, what do we do next?"
"Return to the city." Old Qiu made the decision without hesitation. "Xiao Zhuang is injured. He must return for treatment."
He looked back along the road they had come from, a trace of worry showing in his eyes.
The extermination of the tailor shop's household had now been confirmed as a trap laid by the Yellow Lotus Sect specifically for the Blood-Clad Guard.
But had their enemy truly set only one trap?
Old Qiu had a faintly bad feeling.
They had come with four men on four horses. During the fierce battle just now, one mount had been lost, while another had bolted into the mountain forest in fright and vanished without a trace.
Moreover, the horse that had not run away had also been struck by an