After obtaining Zhao Zilong's promise, Han Fei felt somewhat reassured. But promises could be worth a thousand gold or utterly worthless—it all depended on whether the person making the promise would honor it. As things stood, Han Fei did not know Zhao Zilong very well.
A smile tugged at Han Fei's lips as he began chatting with Zhao Zilong. "Brother Zhao, you don't seem to be from the Han Kingdom, do you? Which state are you from?"
Zhao Zilong did not hide it and answered directly, "I come from Spirit Hall. I don't belong to any of the Seven States."
"Spirit Hall? It sounds like the name of some organization." Han Fei could not help but feel puzzled by the unfamiliar name.
Wei Zhuang also began searching his memories for such an organization in the martial world, but no matter how hard he thought, he could not recall one. He said coolly, "Among the well-known sects and organizations in the martial world, there doesn't seem to be one called Spirit Hall."
Zhao Zilong did not care. After all, Spirit Hall did not exist in this world at all, so he did not bother explaining further. With a light laugh, he said, "Then just think of it as a small sect."
Han Fei did not dwell on it any longer. He took another hurried drink, since he still had to rescue the Crown Prince later. Cupping his fists, he said, "Brother Zhao, I still have matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first. Miss Zi Nu, put this wine on my tab. I'll be going now."
Zi Nu nodded lightly. After Han Fei left, Zhao Zilong gave a disdainful smile. He did not fully understand Han Fei's intentions, nor did he wish to concern himself with them. However, the intelligence