Li Mu Yang shook his head and said, "If someone truly knew my whereabouts and sold me out, then it should have been that old dog Song Gudú who acted personally. What came out wouldn't have been merely Song Gudú's shadow, Song Fuxiao."
"What did Young Master mean?"
"Lure the snake out of its hole."
"Lure the snake out of its hole?"
Li Mu Yang's expression turned solemn. "Just wait and see. Let's see which snake they're really trying to lure out."
Several swift horses came galloping to a halt before the Song Family's old residence. The white-robed youth at the head tossed aside the reins and strode quickly toward the main courtyard.
Song Tao went straight to the kitchen. Old Butler was squatting on the ground tending the fire, while Grandpa Song Gudú was personally simmering medicine. Ever since Little Sister Fuxiao's condition had worsened, the medicinal decoction she took each day had been prepared by Grandpa himself.
This made the important figures of the Song Family—and even of the entire Tiandu City—take notice. Everyone was astonished by how much that girl mattered in the heart of this Old Immortal. Perhaps even the current Emperor of Xifeng had never had the chance to drink a medicinal decoction personally brewed by Old Immortal Song, had he?
Song Tao burst in and said urgently, "Grandpa, Song Fuxiao has committed a grave mistake. You should hurry and send him out of the capital."
The medicine pot hissed and crackled. Song Gudú gently stirred it with a pair of wooden chopsticks, ensuring that the precious medicinal ingredients inside were thoroughly boiled.
Without raising his head, Song Gudú asked, "A grave mistake? What grave mistake did he commit?"
"Grandpa, Song Fuxiao nearly killed Yan Xiangma."
"He only nearly killed him. In the end, he