Wen Xiaoxiao was still smiling, but there was not the slightest trace of amusement in her eyes.
She merely replied in an indifferent tone, "Brother Ghost, do not be careless. Though Ye Wuxue was worthless, Shopkeeper Liu was an old hand of the martial world. Anyone capable of killing them was no simple person."
Dugu Mou said coldly, "Simple or not, just kill them."
The three tower masters had three different attitudes, but they shared one thing in common: none of them took Azure Dragon Town seriously.
Daoist Wu said nothing. He merely waved his hand.
The three rose, bowed, and filed out one after another.
The flower hall fell silent again. Daoist Wu alone remained seated in the shadows, no one knowing what he was thinking.
After a long while, he sighed again and muttered, "Gu Chen... and that old monk—were they truly dead?"
Azure Dragon Town.
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Over those three days, Azure Dragon Town seemed to have been forgotten by the entire world.
The old folk, children, men, and women who had left to visit relatives still showed no intention of returning home.
The whole town was deserted. A few shops occasionally opened during the day, but at night everything went pitch-black, with only dim yellow light shining through the tavern windows.
Du Yulin was wiping down the Spirit-Hair Sword in her hands. Her movements were light and meticulous, as though she were crafting an exquisite work of art.
Every now and then, she raised her head to glance at Wang Xian, who sat beneath the eaves by the doorway, wondering what exactly was on that fellow's mind.
Naturally, she did not know that even with a storm looming, Wang Xian's state of mind remained unchanged.
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