Lin Heng took away all the spoils, then used purifying spirit liquid to wash away the bloody stench in the surroundings.
That way, he would avoid drawing notice the moment he returned to the small town.
As for Hua Qi, she went straight back to find Ye Tian.
At the same time, elsewhere.
Within the small town, inside a perfectly ordinary attic.
A woman dressed in a pale-yellow gown leisurely sipped the fragrant tea she had brought with her.
A report came from outside the door.
"Pavilion Master, the Meng clan chief has arrived!"
"Let him in!"
Tap, tap~~~
Steady footsteps sounded. Shadow One, dressed in a black uniform, voluntarily withdrew to stand guard outside the door.
The newcomer was a rather dignified middle-aged man. His aura was restrained yet extraordinarily deep and powerful, and half his face was wrapped beneath a dark-cyan mask.
There were old wounds on his face, the kind difficult to recover from, so he could only show himself with his face covered.
After seeing the woman, he also cupped his hands very politely and said, "Pavilion Master Yu, I have long admired your great name... this old man, Meng Boxi, specifically requested an audience, and today I have finally met your esteemed self in person!"
"Fellow Daoist Meng, please sit!" The corners of Meng Yutong's mouth curved into an inexplicable smile.
"Pavilion Master Yu, this old man knows your time is precious, so I will keep it short. Our Meng Clan's clan-protecting divine artifact had a corner scraped off by someone and has been impossible to repair. We would like to ask your esteemed pavilion to help repair it!"
"I wonder what clan-protecting divine artifact it is?"
"This..."
"If Fellow Daoist Meng cannot tell the truth, then why come looking for this sovereign?"
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