Ming Family

"L-Lao Da... Zhao Si's given you so much trouble!"

Zhao Han smiled at him and patted his shoulder, but said nothing.

He had also quietly stolen some of Zhao Si's aptitude, and Zhao Si hadn't noticed.

"Come with me."

"Lao Da, aren't we going to kill all the Yin Yang Sect disciples?"

"No need. They're just a bunch of minnows—not worth getting our hands or eyes dirty. Someone else will kill them for us."

Along the way, Zhao Han cut off a piece of his flesh and slipped soundlessly into room after room, stealing a considerable amount of aptitude.

Then he retraced his steps.

When he passed the room where Zeng Long and Han Jianghai were staying, he found that they had both woken up.

They were taking pills to restore their qi and sitting cross-legged, cultivating to recover.

When they passed the place where the pills were being made, Zhao Han had Zhao Si kill everyone there. He also took the pill furnaces, pills, recipes, and everything else.

Then they followed the route back to the pond and silently returned to the garden through it.

Seeing Zhao Han and Zhao Si together, the two men—Zhao Si pale but still fairly sturdy—left many of the guests looking suspicious.

Huanhua Brothel didn't offer that kind of service, did it?

No, they had to ask. Hiding a service like that was downright fraudulent to customers.

The two left Huanhua Brothel, found a nearby restaurant, and ate while waiting to see a good show.

Zhao Si had used up too much energy. As soon as the food arrived, he shoveled it all into his stomach. The waiter stared in shock. Was this man the Starving Ghost reincarnated? He looked like he hadn't eaten in half a month.

"Boom!"

About an hour later, a