At the trading fair.
This stood in stark contrast to everyone else craning their necks to watch the absurd battle in the Central City District.
Inside private room 208, Hua Xiang had merely glanced at Xu Xiaoshou, one side of the battle, before retracting her gaze in shock.
"Martial Uncle Xu..."
There was no doubt.
That young man who claimed Sang Qiye as his master and Long Rongzhi as his grandmaster was precisely the Martial Uncle Xu she had been searching for! Hua Xiang did not even have time to marvel that Martial Uncle Xu's true age was indeed about the same as his friend Zhou Tianshen's.
What truly astonished her was...
If one side of the battle in the Central City District had been confirmed to be her Martial Uncle Xu, then who was Young Master Xu in private room 209 next door—the very person Zhou Tianshen had been so certain, so convinced, so utterly sure was Martial Uncle Xu? Or could they be the same person?
But at some unknown time, had that incredibly formidable Martial Uncle Xu used some heaven-reaching method to flee... no, escape from the trading fair long ago, going elsewhere to stir up trouble? That possibility was simply too slight.
Hua Xiang decided to verify it.
The trading fair was exceedingly chaotic at the moment.
If not for a group of White Robes and Red Robes appearing and herding everyone together like shepherds,
then, with the barrier seal gone, the people here would have fled in all directions long ago.
Hua Xiang brushed past the people around her. Under the puzzled gazes of Dong Ling, Shi Ti, Zhou Tianshen, and the others, she pushed open the door and walked out of the private room, about to enter private room 209 next door and verify