"Qingtong, the Beggar Sect brothers reported that Lin Pingzhi is hiding in that abandoned estate outside the city. He hasn't come out these past few days."
Lin Xuan set down the note in his hand and spoke to Huo Qingtong.
"Then let's go capture him now!"
At this, Huo Qingtong immediately rose to her feet, a sharp killing intent flashing through her eyes.
She had long despised this swordsman who slaughtered innocents and wished she could bring him to justice at once.
But Lin Xuan merely smiled and shook his head, reaching out to press her back into her seat.
"You wore yourself out too much last night. Stay at the inn and get some proper rest today. I can handle this little matter by myself."
"But..."
Huo Qingtong still wanted to say something, but Lin Xuan cut her off.
"Be good."
Lin Xuan's tone was gentle, yet carried an air of command. "Your task now is to rest well and regain your strength until I return."
Looking into Lin Xuan's determined eyes, Huo Qingtong felt a warm current rise in her heart.
She knew he was worried about her, so she obediently nodded. "All right, I'll wait for you here. You... be careful."
"Don't worry. A minor character like him can't hurt me."
Lin Xuan smiled confidently, turned, and walked out of the inn.
Outside the city, within a remote mountain hollow.
An abandoned estate stood alone there, surrounded by overgrown weeds and crumbling walls. It exuded an eerie, chilling air.
Moving like drifting clouds, Lin Xuan descended soundlessly onto the estate wall like a streak of white lightning.
He made no effort to conceal his footsteps. Instead, he boldly jumped down from the wall, landing on bluestone slabs covered in fallen leaves with a rustling crunch.
"Who goes