[You walked in from the street entrance, and a pool of deep emerald lake water suddenly crashed into view. At the heart of the lake stood the famed Purple Xiao Pavilion—Listening to Rain Tower.]
[Your steps were neither hurried nor slow, and you paid no mind to the strangeness around you. The once bustling market street had, at some unknown point, become sparsely populated.]
[In the shadows, countless gazes seemed to follow you like shadows, each carrying a chilling killing intent, like a pack of wolves circling their prey, waiting only for it to step into its grave.]
[The Nine Swords trembled and hummed within your Heart Sea, while Divine Fire quietly burned in your Mud Pellet Palace.]
[You slowly walked to the shore. The street entrance was already empty, with only a scattered few people by the lakeside. As you arrived, all their gazes settled on you.]
It was already the hour of the Rooster, in the afternoon.
Helan Zhenshu was getting restless. This concerned their return from Great Qi to their homeland after being sent back; how could he not take it seriously?
For the fifth time, he rose and paced back and forth. They had gathered so many people and laid down a net that covered heaven and earth, yet in the end, they had not even seen the true target.
"Xie Guan isn't going to come, is he?"
"He will definitely come," Xie Renfeng said with certainty.
Du Kong frowned as he looked at Xie Renfeng. "Young Master Feng, why are you so certain?"
Xie Renfeng said, "Someone like Xie Guan is just like those people written about in books. One cannot deny that he has learning and ability."
"When befriending such people, he would willingly die for his friends and spend his life carrying out