A moment later.
Amid one terrified gaze after another.
Fang Xuan lowered the brim of his conical hat slightly and strode out of Wind and Moon Tower.
"Age turns people into demons. That old bastard Yuan Bo ran fast enough."
Fang Xuan shook his head, feeling somewhat regretful.
He had originally planned to use the same method tonight and take care of both Yuan Bo and Huang Zhen of North Hall in one stroke.
Zheng Juexiong's return was imminent. He would never allow anyone capable of stabbing him in the back to remain!
Unfortunately, whether it was Yuan Bo or Huang Zhen of North Hall, they had clearly been scared out of their wits by Xiang Chengjiang's death yesterday. They had fled early and hidden themselves away.
Rumble—!
A furious thunderclap exploded overhead!
Fang Xuan looked up. Layer upon layer of heavy dark clouds, sweeping in with howling winds from the north, gradually devoured everything.
A torrential downpour was on its way.
"Without wind, there are no waves. Today is precisely the time to ride the waves!"
Fang Xuan's spirits soared.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.
Outside Pingjiang City, on the Official Road.
Hoofbeats thundered one after another, trampling over the grass and kicking up clouds of dust.
A party of martial world bravos came galloping in on fine steeds.
At their head rode a man in splendid robes atop a jujube-red horse. He was exceptionally tall and powerfully built, with a rugged, square face. Fierce light blazed in his tiger eyes, intimidating to behold.
He came charging down the road in arrogant fashion.
The pedestrians on the Official Road changed expression at the sight of him and hastily scattered out of his way.
A peddler carrying a pole of mountain goods was merely