Worry
Meanwhile, in Lin City, at a private estate.
The estate was enormous, brightly lit.
There were also quite a few people patrolling outside.
Inside one of the villas, a man who looked to be around fifty sat on the sofa, swirling the red wine in his glass.
He looked to be in his fifties, but he was actually far older than that.
Yet his eyes were sharp and spirited, like deep, icy pools.
Just a casual glance from him was enough to make one feel an invisible pressure.
Beside him stood an old man with hair and beard white as snow.
"Elder Huiyuan, you heard everything just now, didn't you?" Hong Fei asked him.
His voice was low and resonant, like the toll of a great bell, vibrating through the air.
"Alliance Leader, I heard..."
Hong Fei nodded. "Tell me, what exactly is that Shen Family brat trying to do?"
Elder Huiyuan answered softly, "The eldest miss said that Shen Wuxiao went to see her, but what he asked about was the Spirit Pearl."
"It's already obvious. That brat must know something."
Hong Fei closed his eyes, his brows drawn tight.
He had been quite surprised that Shen Wuxiao had gone all the way to Salt City.
If it had been for beauty, he might have understood.
After all, that brat was a hopeless romantic.
He had fallen for Hexi in the Imperial Capital, and chasing after her now was perfectly reasonable.
But he clearly was not doing that.
After a long while, Hong Fei opened his eyes.
"What happened back then couldn't possibly be known by outsiders, and Hexi wouldn't even think in that direction."
"Yet Shen Wuxiao is forcing his way into this matter instead."
"I'm worried that brat truly used some special means to learn something."