Fang Gongming was not as anxious as Li Ao, but he too felt immense pressure from the current situation.
Unable to fathom why Si Peng and Xiang Qing, who had long been as irreconcilable as fire and water, with no chance of reconciliation, had come together again, he could neither eat nor sleep in peace.
They had to get to the bottom of the secret behind it.
Thus, seeing He Wuji remain silent, he too spoke up and asked,
"Envoy He, you have always been punctual, yet you arrived late today. Could it be that Si Peng and Xiang Qing went to see you?"
Rather than asking directly, he probed from another angle.
The moment those words were spoken, Li Ao's eyes lit up.
That was right. He Wuji had always been punctual and was rarely late. Perhaps he had found a lead.
Moreover, his face was dark and unpleasant. It probably was not good news.
Even if it was not good news, as long as there was a lead, it was still a good thing.
Only by getting to the bottom of the matter could they come up with a way to resolve it. Otherwise, no matter how formidable their martial prowess, they could only sigh helplessly.
He Wuji was of ordinary height, with broad shoulders and long hair cascading over them. Three vertical marks sat between his brows, like three scars.
They lent his otherwise plain face an added air of savagery, while his gaze was cold and merciless, chilling to the bone.
At a single glance, one could probably tell he was a ruthless character—his edge laid bare, his sharpness bearing down on others.
"That's right. Before coming here, I met with Si Peng and Xiang Qing. I did indeed learn some things from them.
"It concerns