"Yang Liang, you're going too. No matter how high the price, and if it truly comes to it, even if you have to steal them, get them here at once."
Yang Zhen's instructions were even more precise.
Qin Shaofeng could not help nodding to himself.
As the saying went, having an old man in the family was like having a treasure. This old fellow truly had abundant experience.
The group quickly departed.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they had procured a carriage and more than a dozen fine horses.
The faint scent of blood on them was unmistakable.
Clearly, these people had employed some less-than-proper methods.
"Set off immediately!"
Qin Shaofeng helped Ximen Lingzhong and Ximen Bingling into the carriage, then leaped in with Qi Wei. He ordered Qi Ying to drive before shouting aloud.
This carriage was quite spacious.
Even with Qin Shaofeng and the other three seated inside, it did not feel cramped in the slightest.
Over the past few days,
Ximen Lingzhong's condition had not improved at all. Instead, it had only worsened by the day. It seemed his final hour was close at hand.
"Uncle Ximen, how are you feeling?" Qin Shaofeng could not help asking.
No matter what, Ximen Lingzhong had saved his life.
"I won't die for the time being. No matter what, this old man must send you into Tian Lian Mountain." At that moment, Ximen Lingzhong looked as though he were several years younger than Qin Shaofeng.
He even seemed to be around the same age as Ximen Bingning.
Qi Wei had mainly been tending to Ximen Lingzhong during this time, and the doubts in her heart had only grown heavier.
Seeing Qin Shaofeng call him uncle again, she could not suppress her curiosity and asked,