Feng Jun escorted the seven rescued captives all the way beyond Yunzhou City, the prefectural capital, before they finally went their separate ways.
By then, no matter what countermeasures Marvelous Hands Pavilion came up with, it would be impossible for them to round everyone up in one sweep.
As long as one or two of those seven managed to escape, it would be no different from all seven getting away.
He then followed the two outstanding disciples of Carefree Platform to where the Qian family was guarding the hostages.
Father and son each held a single-edged saber and vigilantly watched their surroundings. It was clear that they had no desire whatsoever to let the three Hu family friends misunderstand them.
The moment he saw them, Feng Jun knew that the last loose end in Qingdai Commandery had been dealt with. He stated bluntly, "All right, this is over. Go back to wherever you came from... and I hope we never meet again."
The three had just said they could leave when the Qian father and son dropped to their knees. "Three Immortal Masters, we offended you before... but we truly didn't know Hu Yuandao's matter was connected to you. We were never as rebellious as Marvelous Hands Pavilion. Please spare us this time."
Feng Jun merely glanced at them without speaking. Pan Renjie, however, was rather curious. "You heard about Linqiu?"
The Qian father and son appeared to have stayed firmly at their posts, and this place was deep in the wilderness. How had they learned of what happened in Linqiu?
Still kneeling, the Qian father and son repeatedly kowtowed. "We contacted our clansmen, but we never leaked a single word to outsiders."
The two were guarding six hostages and did not dare tell anyone, but in their unease, sending