That kid surnamed Song was actually decent enough. Pity he had followed the wrong person.
"I wonder how things are going on Han Cheng's side."
After disposing of the bodies, Chen Sanshi hurried toward their agreed meeting place while in his Tracking state.
The woods.
Yuan Danzhi and the old servant lay on the ground with mangled limbs, their final breaths spent watching the lantern show of their lives flash by. Then they breathed their last.
"Han Cheng, you, you!"
Tang Ming lowered his head and stared at the blade that had suddenly pierced his chest, fury and confusion mingling on his face. "Traitor, go to hell—"
Even with his heart stabbed, he did not die immediately. From nowhere, he erupted with a terrifying brute force, striking his opponent in the chest with one palm and driving him back. Then he drew the Embroidered Spring Saber, which had already been sheathed again, and battled him fiercely.
In the distance.
Ji Guangxian and Xue Yuping sat atop their horses, watching the scene from afar, both utterly astonished.
"Ji, Han Cheng is your man?"
"Isn't he your man?"
Ji Guangxian frowned. "Could it be that he was the one who gave this official the information?"
Not long ago.
Someone had slipped a secret letter into his residence.
Now, it seemed certain that it had been Han Cheng.
"He isn't your man?"
Xue Yuping quickly figured it out. "Then he belongs to Sun Xiangzong."
"He got involved too?"
Ji Guangxian urged, "Magistrate Xue, why don't you hurry up and tell the truth? What exactly are you people doing in Yunzhou?!"
"Stop spouting nonsense! I only came for the immortal treasure. I know nothing whatsoever about the rest!"
As Xue Yuping spoke, he urged his horse forward, intending to leave first.
"Hyah!"
"Stop!"
Ji