Clang!
The iron lock snapped at the sound, and a man dressed in black strode openly into Li Qing's blacksmith shop.
He had no intention of concealing his presence. He still carried an oil lamp in his hand, using its dim yellow light to inspect the various furnishings of the smithy.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A blacksmith in Sheng Tian really is rich. This iron alone is worth quite a bit."
His tone was flippant, brimming with disdain.
Facing a mere blacksmith, he believed he could easily have him in the palm of his hand.
The man carrying the oil lamp walked inside, passed through the corridor, and pushed open the door to Li Qing's room.
Creak—
A rich scent of wine rushed into his nostrils, making the man in black frown.
So he really is a drunkard. He's probably already passed out from drinking by now.
With that thought in mind, the man raised his lamp and shone it inside. The instant he saw the scene within, his entire body stiffened uncontrollably.
At the head of the bed, Li Qing held a jar of Winter Plum Wine in one hand, watching him with an almost-smiling expression.
The Killing Intent around Li Qing was dense. It was the invisible bearing left behind after slaying a fierce tiger—or perhaps it should be called Tiger Sha!
What was more, a young tiger cub lay curled up at his feet.
"H-Hand over the silver... and I'll spare your life."
The man had already been cowed by this scene, yet he still stammered those words.
But there was not the slightest hint of force behind them. After speaking, he even realized that his legs had begun to tremble.
Looking for death!
Li Qing abruptly rose to his feet and strode toward him like a shooting