"Li Family Inn, this young master?"
Li Yao froze, then immediately realized who it was and shouted, "You're Zhao Jianchen? I've been looking for you for a long time too! Die!"
When enemies met, their eyes burned red with hatred.
This time, Li Yao showed his men no mercy. In just two or three moves, Zhao Jianchen was taken down.
He sealed Zhao Jianchen's acupoints, tossed him onto the ground like a torn sack, and shouted, "Heaven truly has eyes, delivering you right before me! I'll flay you alive before my father's grave—only then will my heart be satisfied!"
"Brother Yao..."
Li Yao's wife, however, was a meticulous woman. She said sharply, "Interrogate him first. Ask why he cares so much about that dead Taoist priest!"
"That makes sense."
Li Yao nodded, grabbed Zhao Jianchen, and went straight to the small grove nearby to torture him.
Zhao Jianchen was quite calculating. He cursed a few times at first, then pretended he could no longer endure the brutal punishment and confessed everything.
Except his confession was nine parts truth and one part lie.
He gave an extraordinarily detailed account of how Nangong Jie had hired him to infiltrate the Zhao Family residence in search of treasure.
But when it came to Nangong Jie, he only said that the man's martial arts were unfathomable, that he had subdued him and forced him to work for him. He never mentioned that the man was a practitioner of Taoist arts.
Inwardly, he hardened his heart. Go on, all of you, go seek the treasure... Run straight into Nangong Jie's hands and avenge me!
After finishing the interrogation, Li Yao suddenly lost interest. With one stroke of his sword, he killed Zhao Jianchen and returned to the carriage.
His wife was coaxing Li Qi to