The Leopard Martial Artist's eyes flickered.
He deliberately reminded Tan Ting: "You said the Central Branch included quite a few members of the Tan Clan. Are you really willing to give them up?"
Tan Ting sheathed the dagger, tucked it into his robes, then bent down and lifted the corpse from the ground. Though the person had clearly taken their own life, the expression on their face was as peaceful as if they had died of old age and returned to the underworld without illness or disaster. Tan Ting lowered his eyes, concealing the surging madness within them, and answered indifferently: "Why should I be unwilling? They could disregard the bond between clansmen, disregard the ties between father and daughter... What could I possibly be unable to let go of?"
The Tan Clan should not exist either.
Before, he had merely loathed them. Now, he hated them.
As long as he, Tan Mengyuan, remained alive for even one day, whether it was the Central Branch or the noble families involved, he would let none of them off. With the Leopard Martial Artist's help, he laid the corpse to rest, not even noticing when Madam Shen and Wu You had left. "Where is my lord?"
The Leopard Martial Artist said sheepishly: "He really is your lord?"
Tan Ting merely answered with a questioning look, its meaning written plain as day: If he isn't my lord, could he be yours? Wu You had told Tan Ting to hurry to the front line and rendezvous with them, but Tan Ting still had some matters to take care of.
It would probably take ten days to half a month.
An ominous premonition surfaced in the Leopard Martial Artist's heart.
He asked: "What are you planning to do?"
Wasn't Tan Ting blatantly disobeying the King's