Taixi City, Golden Rainbow Martial Arts School.
A bun shop by Changqing Street.
Shen Xiu sat at a table near the street, eating a dumpling from his plate.
The dumpling looked thick and strangely shaped, yet Shen Xiu ate it with great relish.
Shen Xiu had told Old Man Han about the appearance and preparation methods of the dumplings from his memories, and Old Man Han had managed to make them look quite convincing.
They were actually rather popular.
Though there was still some difference, they were not far from the result Shen Xiu had wanted.
"Brother Shen, here are your buns."
Old Man Han brought over several large, white, steaming buns from the back of the shop and set them on Shen Xiu's table.
His eyes held a trace of reverence.
This fair-skinned youth came by often. Old Man Han knew his identity—he was a disciple of the Golden Rainbow Martial Arts School.
Seven days had passed since the Crimson Fire Bandits had been wiped out and they had descended the mountain again.
Yet the shocking news that the Golden Rainbow Martial Arts School's disciples, pavilion master, and instructors had slaughtered every last person in the dreaded Crimson Fire Stronghold had already spread throughout Taixi City.
This small city was not large.
So rumors traveled like wildfire.
Especially news this earthshaking. The Golden Rainbow Martial Arts School's reputation had reached another new height.
As for the matter of the Golden Rainbow Martial Arts School's pavilion master having been swapped out under the guise of one thing replacing another, current deputy pavilion master Xiang Shou had kept it under strict wraps, issuing a death order to every disciple who had witnessed it that day.
After all, to outsiders, such a matter would make for a laughable joke.
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