Zhong Ming had left.
He looked deeply excited.
As he leaped out through the window, he kept muttering something.
After getting the information from his subordinates, Zhong Ming hurried to a brothel and charged recklessly toward the VIP room. Along the way, people rushed over in a panic to stop him.
Zhong Ming impatiently threw them all downstairs!
"Where is His Lordship?"
"I have urgent news to report to him!"
Zhong Ming saw a man and a woman standing guard outside the VIP room.
He could not help blurting out his question anxiously.
"Baldy, why did you come rushing over in such a hurry? Weren't you keeping an eye on the people from the Hall of Bitter Resentment and the True Immortal Temple? You finished that quickly?"
Xiao Huai looked at him and smiled. "His Lordship likes to experience the local customs wherever he goes. It's not as though you don't know that. He only arrived from over there last night, and after bathing at midnight, he started sampling the local offerings. This is only his fifth brothel so far."
"Do you really think His Lordship would abandon his leisurely pleasures to listen to your so-called important news?"
"Exactly, Zhong Ming. The gray mist has only just drifted here and hasn't taken shape yet. The Yin people and Spiritual Perception organizations from Zhang'an Prefecture and the other prefectures and circuits haven't even arrived."
"There's nothing interesting in Black Cloud County, either."
"What could you possibly have to report that would interest His Lordship?"
Ling Rou, standing beside him, also spoke in an indifferent tone.
They were elites among the Sinking Bell Society's martial artists, people who would ordinarily hold positions such as elder.
Nearly all were martial arts masters of the Quanzhen ninth step whose Rongzhen had reached the limits