Fan Lang had always been ruthless toward those who wanted to kill him, regardless of their motives.
There were some things he would deliberate over carefully, and some things he would not dwell on. The difference depended entirely on whether it was necessary.
Killing Ye Buqun was something not worth agonizing over. If the man had come for revenge, then Fan Lang would kill him. It was that simple.
By evening, Wind Cloud City had been confronting Azure Mist Valley throughout the day. Though tensions were high, nothing had happened. The deterrent power of Blood Kill Pavilion could not be underestimated. Since Ye Buqun had agreed to a two-day truce, he would not make a move lightly.
Fan Lang ate dinner directly at Red Flower Pavilion, accompanied by Li Yunyan, Cheng Naixin, and Hou Guangzu.
Monkey ate the most at this meal. Though he was so skinny, he still ate three bowls of rice. In his words, better safe than sorry. Azure Mist Valley was right outside the city—who could guarantee nothing would happen? Even if he had to die, he wanted to die with a full stomach.
With disaster looming, the three of them had stayed by Fan Lang's side instead of fleeing Wind Cloud City. This gratified him, and he would remember their loyalty.
Monkey stayed out of brotherhood.
Li Yunyan stayed out of dependence.
Cheng Naixin stayed because she had no plans and nowhere else to turn to. That, too, was a kind of dependence.
As night fell, Monkey tactfully slipped away, leaving the two beauties with Fan Lang. Before leaving, he secretly gave Fan Lang a thumbs-up and waggled his eyebrows at him.
Fan Lang sat in Red Flower Pavilion with his two female companions, admiring the night view. A crescent moon hung in the sky,