The Village's Ruin

At the middle-aged man's words, alarm surged through him, though his face remained expressionless. Wang Xian, too, gave nothing away.

After a moment's thought, the middle-aged man clasped his hands and replied, "I'm Mu Qingyun, the Grand Elder of Cloudmist Manor. Young master, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place."

Mu Qingyun, who looked like a scholar, knew perfectly well that no one—not even the generals in the Imperial City—knew Cloudmist Manor, hidden in Flower Valley west of the city, was actually the location of the Green Robe Tower.

Before Wang Xian could reply, Hu Keke climbed down from the carriage with a bamboo basket in his arms and slowly approached the manor gates.

Mu Qingyun stared, stunned.

No, stunned wasn't the word. He was deeply shaken!

In that flash, he couldn't tell whether the young man before him was friend or foe.

For a moment, even Mu Qingyun himself couldn't decide.

Hu Keke had appeared before the Green Robe Tower—no, before Cloudmist Manor—and had already taken off the mask Wang Xian had given him.

Mu Qingyun didn't need to ask. Hu Keke had already spoken.

When he reached the manor gate, Hu Keke suddenly stopped and smiled at Mu Qingyun. "Grand Elder Mu, aren't you going to ask why we've come right to your doorstep?"

Mu Qingyun said nothing, but inwardly he could barely contain his delight.

We've been looking for you for three whole years. Who would've thought you'd deliver yourself to us today?

As far as he was concerned, since the prey had come to him, there was no need to ask questions.

Besides, he was certain that with Wang Xian's cultivation, even if the two of them flew into the sky, he could still reach up and drag them back down.

The instant Hu Keke