Water Prison

"Damn it! Damn it!"

In the darkness of West Alley, a brawny figure was racing forward.

It was Fude Arhat.

Following the Buddhist Son's instructions, he should have made a swift escape tonight after killing Hook and Pincers Master "Geng Jiu"... but Du Yunzhong's iron cavalry had sealed off West Alley, forcing him to waste precious moments. Now, by the time he rushed to the Buddhist Son's residence, he was clearly late.

A trace of unease rose in Fude Arhat's heart.

Could the Buddhist Son have entered the inner city ahead of schedule?

If something happened without him there to protect him... would that not make him a sinner?

Countless thoughts tangled within his Heart Lake.

Thud!

Fude Arhat abruptly stopped. One foot stamped onto the bluestone floor of the alley, cracking the ground and raising green smoke.

Both hands pressed against the walls, he forcibly halted his forward momentum.

Dust and smoke billowed.

Fude Arhat stared grimly ahead.

At some unknown moment.

A tall figure had appeared at the end of the alley.

A breeze swept past, lifting the tall man's snow-white lotus robes. A faint scent of blood swirled around him.

"Found you."

Yun Ruohai raised one finger. The wind gathered the blood mist into a shriveled bead of blood... by now, ninety percent of the blood from Geng Jiu's remains had been spent.

Yet this drop of blood had now lost all purpose.

He had found the "culprit" who had killed the Hook and Pincers Master of East Alley.

"What a sharp dog nose..."

Cold sweat seeped across Fude Arhat's forehead. He bared his teeth in a grin, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Ever since leaving the inn, his Heart Lake had remained restless.

Fortunately amid misfortune... his exposure now had not implicated the Buddhist Son.

"Venerable Fude."