"Three hundred li outside the city, by the Chishui River, at Puyin Temple. This old man will be waiting for you there!"
"Haha... Liu Wu, don't keep this old man waiting too long!"
Du Cang's laughter was like blades.
Pine needles split in two one after another, drifting through the air like falling flower petals.
They obscured the shell of Uncle Gui he wore, blurring it from view.
In an instant, he vanished from Chunhe Garden.
As though he had never been there at all.
Chen Yi stared at where he had stood, but the corner of his eye followed that thread of cold, sinister aura.
Together with the cold, sinister aura that had hidden within the Marquis's mansion and abducted Xiao Wan'er, it swiftly shot toward North City.
"North City... then westward... Puyin Temple..."
Chen Yi withdrew his gaze and straightened his chest. The pallor on his face vanished, while the internal organs he had deliberately injured rapidly healed.
Afterward, he cleared away every trace within Chunhe Garden, concealed his aura once more, and quickly made his way to the study room.
He could not wait half a day.
Even half an hour felt too long.
Du Cang was unlike Yan Fusha. He was decisive in killing and treacherous to the bone; there was no guarantee he would not realize he had been deceived.
If Xiao Wan'er suffered because of this...
Chen Yi would likely regret it for the rest of his life.
Especially after deducing that Xiao Wan'er's return at such a coincidental moment might have had much to do with him, he blamed himself all the more.
If he had not been so eager to settle the matter of Jizhou Trading Company and had Zhang Dabao act ahead of time, Lin Zhenghong and the others would not