Night rain drifted.
The rain formed a curtain.
It left the already dim Chishui River darker still.
Yet Xiao Jinghong, Daoist Kongkong, and Song Jin Jian were clearly unaffected.
They looked toward the voice.
A black-clad figure wearing a black iron mask was striding toward them.
He came from afar and arrived in the blink of an eye.
Who else could it be but Chen Yi?
When Song Jin Jian recognized the newcomer, realization flashed across his face. "Dragon Tiger?"
"'Dragon Tiger' Liu Wu?"
Though Daoist Kongkong had never met "Liu Wu," he had spent many days in Shuzhou and naturally heard his name.
He also knew that Liu Wu was an exceptional heavenly pride as renowned as Xiao Jinghong.
Among the younger generation, few could rival him.
Xiao Jinghong studied Chen Yi, her gaze settling on his black iron mask, and cupped her fists. "Sir Dragon Tiger."
Chen Yi looked around, taking in Daoist Kongkong holding his severed arm and Song Jin Jian's flagging aura, and roughly guessed what had happened.
"General Xiao, you truly kept your promise. You found Uncontested Sword so quickly."
Xiao Jinghong nodded slightly. "A stroke of luck."
Over these past days, she had tried every method to find Song Jin Jian.
She had even mobilized the Dingyuan Army's and the Xiao Family's spies throughout Shuzhou.
Yet none had found anything.
Had Song Jin Jian not tried to be clever by using Liu Zhaoxue as bait, and had he not exposed his aura while trying to kill Daoist Kongkong, Xiao Jinghong might still have been unable to find him.
Chen Yi pointed at Song Jin Jian and smiled. "But crippling his cultivation base couldn't have been luck, could it, General?"
Xiao Jinghong neither agreed nor disagreed. She tossed Song Jin Jian to him and asked,