Ning Caichen finished packing, went down to the second floor, then came to the first floor, paid the rent, and gave the innkeeper a letter, saying:
'If my Master Chen Jinnan comes looking for me, you must tell him that I've gone to the northern commandery city. Also, Boss, please give this letter to my Master when the time comes.'
The innkeeper cheerfully agreed.
Ning Caichen had only just left.
The innkeeper spat and muttered, 'Damn it, he only gave me one copper! And he expects me to deliver a letter for him?! What a pauper! Don't even think about it!'
With that, he threw the letter into a nearby pile of trash.
Unexpectedly.
The moment he finished this action.
His vision suddenly went black.
Only then did he discover that, at some unknown point, someone had appeared in front of him.
This man was eight feet tall and had a blue-white complexion. Wisps of hazy, multicolored mist occasionally steamed from his body, while strands of Sword Qi sometimes circled around him. He glanced at the innkeeper, reached out, and snatched back the letter the man had thrown into the trash. Then he casually tapped the innkeeper's forehead.
Clang!
A sword cry rang out.
The innkeeper's forehead was pierced, and he instantly collapsed into a pool of blood.
"Ah!"
A shop assistant witnessed this and screamed, only to be killed by a tap of this man's finger as well.
Ning Caichen had not gone far when he heard the miserable scream. He could not help turning around for a look, and his eyes met the man's.
"Master!"
Ning Caichen was stunned, then cried out in delight.
"It really is you! You've finally returned!"
He had only taken two steps toward the man.
The man suddenly began struggling and twisting as