The next day, before dawn had broken, a series of loud knocks rang out at Gu Qing Ling's door.
The woodshed was right beside it, so Sou Shou heard the knocking clearly. He was the first to wake, rubbed his eyes, and walked out of the woodshed.
A familiar figure stood at the door—it was Hong Lian, the stunning woman from Guang Xing Hall.
When she saw Sou Shou emerge from the woodshed beside the house, she froze for a moment before hurriedly stepping forward.
"Young Master, the hall master sent me to notify you. Leave this place quickly. The Great Witcher is bringing the Witch Palace Twelve Scribes of Fate to capture you."
Sou Shou frowned at those words, then gave a disdainful laugh.
"Capture me? Heh heh, fine! I'd like to see how he plans to capture me."
Seeing his dismissive attitude and complete lack of desire to leave, Hong Lian anxiously said, "Young Master, you should leave quickly! The Great Witcher is extremely powerful. Even the hall master fears him."
"It's fine! I was just about to look for him. This saves me the trouble."
"By the way, there's something I want to ask you." Thinking of the Five-Colored Feather Fish, Sou Shou asked.
"Oh, Young Master, whatever questions you have can wait until we leave! The Great Witcher has likely already brought the Twelve Scribes of Fate here. If we do not leave now, it will be too late." Hong Lian's brows were tightly furrowed.
Just as Sou Shou was about to reply, a voice came from high above.
"What? You killed my subordinates and think you can leave? It won't be that easy."
Hearing it, Hong Lian trembled, while Sou Shou looked toward the source of the voice.
Suddenly, Black Mist erupted around the house,