To prepare for tomorrow night's hunt, Qin Shaofeng led his people a considerable distance away, making the Hundred Flowers Pavilion's experts follow them for quite a while.
Only after those people returned did he begin making plans again.
Yet even if he racked his brains, he could never have imagined it.
It was precisely because of this unexpected variable of his that more than half of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion's experts had gone out to confirm their departure.
As a result, a silent slaughter also took place within the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
By the time those experts returned—
Chu Huan, having completed the trick of substituting one thing for another, had already changed into the groom's robes. With a veil over his head, he sat in the room where the groom was supposed to wait, looking like a newlywed bride.
Before long, the banquet ended.
As the numerous guests returned toward the guest quarters, they seemed to have agreed beforehand, all heading for the room where Qin Shaofeng and the others had previously stayed.
"Young Master Yan, they're in this room."
Bi Rong, wearing a thoroughly drunken expression, arrived with several dozen experts, all at least at the Eighth-tier Saint Star Position.
"I can guarantee with my life that when that young man wearing a human-skin mask called to the person beside him, the name he used was Yan Xin."
"Long Yin!"
Young Master Yan clenched his fists tightly and shouted, "The people inside, come out and meet us! Tomorrow is the day of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion Master's wedding. We will not make things difficult for you at a time like this, but it should be proper for us to meet once, shouldn't it?"
No sound came from inside the room.
Qin Shaofeng and the others were already a