Either Fu Qingyang or Yuanshi Tianzun had to die. Kou Beiyue was taken aback and pressed, "What are your evil faction colleagues planning? How are you going to hunt Yuanshi Tianzun?"
Human Blood Bun looked at Kou Beiyue, who was handsome, sharp-eyed, and like a little wolfhound, then fell silent.
Kou Beiyue's heart tightened. Was I too concerned about this? Did I make him suspicious?
Then he noticed Human Blood Bun's gaze shift from grave to sympathetic. With a sigh, he said:
"Beiyue, I just told you—the summit is being held in Jiangnan Province this year. The discussion on how to hunt Orderly Professions hasn't even started yet!"
Oh, right, it had not started yet. Kou Beiyue immediately realized his mistake, his face burning a little.
Awkwardly, he changed the subject:
"How do you join that summit? Can we go and check it out?"
Kou Beiyue wanted to use his connection with Human Blood Bun to try infiltrating the enemy and gather intelligence for Yuanshi Tianzun.
He had reconciled with his parents, and the family had returned to Gold Mountain City. The three hundred thousand yuan in compensation allowed his father, whose body had been worn down by labor, to recuperate for a year or so without worrying about making a living.
For the past few days, the only thing his parents had done was carry the explanatory notice issued by the Public Security Bureau and a case of milk as they visited relatives everywhere.
Although the murderer who had killed their daughter had not been caught, having the scandal cleared away and their son's name restored was already like being granted a new life for ordinary folk like them.
Therefore, Kou Beiyue was deeply grateful to Yuanshi Tianzun. If given the chance, he would risk his life to repay