Zhou Yiping had been holding a bottle of mineral water and hadn't noticed either. Half a bottle of water poured onto Mo Xuanxuan's chest without a drop left.
Now that Divine Lord Huayang had said there were ten people like that on the other side, what was there left to fight? They might as well surrender outright.
"Third Prince, for the next two days, I hope you will not leave the imperial city for the time being." Xuan Mo spoke calmly, then turned and left.
The next day, Lin Xun went out to buy daily necessities. When he returned home, he saw three corpses lying in the courtyard. Upon asking Xia Zhi, he learned they were three thieves who had broken in to steal.
"I'm not sure. They may be in seclusion." The steward knew he was asking about Yang Feng's entire family, but he truly did not know. Ever since they had announced they were entering collective seclusion, he had not seen any of them again.
During this time, Wu Yifan had considered catching up with the escort convoy and crossing Zhaobao Mountain to enter the territory of "Guiyi Manor," but neither attempt succeeded. The original route had long been filled with ambushes; that dangerous aura was unmistakable at a touch. Besides, he could not bring the threat back to the escort agency.
Streaks of blazing red cut across the mountain ravine and struck above the fleeing members of the Five Lakes Gang. The gangsters were so terrified that they clutched their heads and sprawled on the ground, their bodies trembling nonstop.
Laifu bent forward as he stepped up and asked with a grin, "Third Master, is there a reward?" Tang Sanyang slapped him, sending Laifu spinning several times. "Reward my ass! Get lost! Don't let me see you!"