Meng Zhao and Lü Yue used their lightness skills all the way, fleeing far from the center of the battle between the two Innate Masters.
After winding through seven turns and eight detours, they finally arrived on a lively, prosperous street that remained unaware of the great battle.
"Young Master, this place should be safe, though it's a bit far from the residence. Should we take a different route and head straight back?"
Lü Yue still felt lingering fear. Shen Tianci and the Innate Master battling him had both struck viciously and without restraint. In today's fight, at least a hundred innocent civilians had likely been killed or injured, while the property damage was beyond counting. It would be safer to return early.
Not to mention that unknown Innate Master—even Shen Tianci, a peerless genius with a towering background, could not act utterly without scruples before the Southern An Meng Family.
A trace of hesitation appeared in Meng Zhao's clear eyes. After considering it, he did not agree. Instead, he took Lü Yue with him, and master and servant found a teahouse on that quiet little street, renting a private room by a second-floor window.
They sipped fragrant tea and ate pastries while keeping watch on the scene below.
Before long, they saw squad after squad of government soldiers pass through the street, hurrying toward the earlier site of the incident. Accompanying them were more than a dozen physicians carrying medicine chests, worry written across their faces.
This was within Meng Zhao's expectations. The reason he had remained here rather than returning directly to the Meng Family was that he wanted firsthand information about the matter, to satisfy his curiosity.
Naturally, he would not lightly put himself in danger, but obtaining some news from the authorities would be easy enough.