After Ling Xuanxiao left Yong'an Town.
Zhang Wenxuan returned to his own apothecary. Slowly, he raised a hand and gently covered his face.
That hand trembled slightly as a suppressed, low laugh came from his mouth:
"Hehehehe..."
The laughter was like an echo rising from the depths of a shadowy valley, carrying a chill that made one's hair stand on end.
His eyes were shut tightly. Even though no one was there, he seemed unwilling to let anyone see the true emotions in his heart at this moment.
Yet the laughter spilling endlessly from his throat was like an uncontrollable flood, growing louder and more frantic.
Finally, after the laughter gradually subsided.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of triumph and cunning flashing within them.
He muttered to himself.
"Haha, he finally took the bait!!!"
Though his voice was not loud, the excitement and satisfaction within it were unmistakable.
Everything he had plotted had not been in vain.
Ever since Zhang Wenxuan learned that Liu Bantian was dead, he had begun laying his plans.
He entered the basement.
The moment the children saw Zhang Wenxuan, they shrank into the corners in fear.
Their attitude was completely different from the affectionate way Ling Xuanxiao had seen them treat Zhang Wenxuan last time.
"You acted quite well," Zhang Wenxuan sneered.
"Then... can you stop torturing us?" a boy asked timidly.
Zhang Wenxuan took out the Soul Bell. "You haven't had your fill of these comfortable days yet?"
The Soul Bell rang, and the children clutched their heads and screamed themselves hoarse.
"Remember this. Once you get to Shu Mountain, you all need to know what to say."
"We remember! The one who refined us was called Liu Bantian!!"
Zhang Wenxuan was overjoyed. At last, he would be free from Liu Qiushui's