A gleaming halo?
Gongshu Wu looked above her head but saw nothing.
He said, "Shen Wu Lang has a full head of hair. He isn't bald."
Gleaming halos were something he'd only ever seen above monks' heads.
Shen Tang: "..."
That joke was ice-cold.
Qi Shan glanced at the scraps of clothing in Gongshu Wu's hand, his eyes darkening as if he had made up his mind.
He said, "You Li, you and Wuhui go ahead. I'll follow the clues and look around. If it really is that man, we can settle things once and for all."
Shen Tang was startled. "Yuan Liang, you—"
Qi Shan said, "You Li, don't try to talk me out of it."
He was a stubborn man. Once he had made up his mind to do something, almost no one could persuade him to change it.
Shen Tang frowned. "It might not be that prefect..."
Qi Shan said, "If it isn't him, I'll return at once."
Shen Tang looked around, then made her decision. "All right. In that case, Wuhui and Half-Step will go to Xiaocheng first, while I accompany Yuan Liang to look for him. Yuan Liang, don't refuse, either. There are still Rebel Army troops searching along the way. How are you supposed to handle them alone?"
These footprints hadn't been left by just one person.
There might even be Martial Gall Warriors among them.
Even Qi Bu Shan's knack for hiding wouldn't keep him alive forever.
Chu Yao looked worried. "But..."
Shen Tang said, "Lin Feng and Tu Rong are still waiting. I'll leave them in Wuhui's care. We'll catch up with you as soon as we can."
Qi Shan, standing to one side, tried to decline, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. His eyes widened, and he