With the Ink Gold in hand, the first day of the trade fair came to an end.
Fang Yu and Han Li both left Nine Heavens Hall with smiles. They would return over the next few days, but before that—
The two decided to deal with the annoying Yin Luo Sect members outside first, so they could have some peace and quiet.
After all, being constantly harassed by a swarm of mosquitoes was truly a headache.
With Fang Yu as his "backer," Han Li no longer feared anything. He deliberately exposed his identity and lured the Yin Luo Sect members out of Jinxi Market, a place where fighting was forbidden.
And out of Jin Capital as well.
As for Fang Yu, he found a teahouse in Jinxi Market and sat quietly, waiting for Han Li to return.
Those people from the Yin Luo Sect could not possibly be Han Li's match. Their complete annihilation at Han Li's hands would be no problem at all.
Unless someone decided to meddle. But anyone capable of stopping Han Li from taking revenge would at least have to be a late-Nascent Soul great cultivator, and such people would naturally be left for Fang Yu to handle.
More importantly, Fang Yu had run into Lin Yinping. With a beauty by his side, he naturally had no interest in following along to watch the commotion.
That kind of spectacle held little appeal for him.
Just as Lin Yinping brewed tea and poured water for Fang Yu, serving him beneath the envious gazes of the other men in the teahouse—
More than a dozen transmission talismans shot into the teahouse, a place where information traveled quickly.
The instant they entered, Fang Yu learned their contents: the Yin Luo Sect members had been slain by a mysterious cultivator