How could someone so silent and unseen not send a chill down your spine?
Now that things had come to this, Feng Ting Shu was determined to finish things quickly. Even though he had all the time in the world to wear Xu Yi down, he simply couldn't risk giving him room to grow.
Besides, judging by the schemes Xu Yi had displayed when he killed Young Master Feng, he was no easy opponent.
So even with all his strength at his disposal, Feng Ting Shu still had to be twelve times as cautious when dealing with Xu Yi.
That was why the Confucian-robed middle-aged man had appeared. That was why, despite being capable of tracking Xu Yi's whereabouts, he had helped ease Xu Yi's misgivings. His intentions had been anything but simple.
Half an incense stick later, the Confucian-robed middle-aged man emerged from the courtyard and looked up at the sky, his heart a tangled mess. Feng Ting Shu had promised to free him from the miserable assignment he'd been stuck with for over a decade, and he was glad.
But he had also betrayed Xu Yi, a man he'd thought highly of, and his heart was heavy. After a moment, he murmured to the sky, "I had no choice. Don't blame me, don't blame me." With that, he descended the stone steps and left.
At the same time, in a dense grove of Clear Wind Trees, more than a hundred and fifty zhang from the residence where Feng Ting Shu was staying, Xu Yi sat in a pavilion, quietly sipping tea.
The Confucian-robed middle-aged man had gone down the mountain, so Xu Yi rose and left the pavilion.
That was right—he had followed the Confucian-robed middle-aged man here. Though they were more than a hundred zhang apart, and