Shooting Down Seventh Young Master, Brothers Parting Ways

When dawn broke, a slanting ray of sunlight shone down.

Li Xian's face was frosty, crystalline snow dew clinging to his lashes. His limbs had been frozen stiff. Pang Long had been right—no matter how abundant one's Inner Qi was, prolonged exposure to wind and snow was no good thing.

"Brother!"

Li Xiaofan suddenly said, "We're back again."

By the halo of the rising sun, they finally saw their surroundings clearly. Not far away stood a residence, half-burned to ruins.

Before the residence.

Dozens of people stood there, soot-faced and disheveled.

"Brother, what do we do?" Li Xiaofan asked nervously, gripping Li Xian's clothes tightly.

Li Xian frowned and patted the horse's back. So this ugly horse knew the way. They had ridden all night, and with the roads cloaked in darkness, Li Xian had been unable to see clearly, so he had allowed the ugly horse to run as it pleased.

And this ugly horse was Master Liu's family horse. Seeing that daybreak was near, it had run back on its own.

Just as he was about to turn the horse around and flee at once, he noticed that although there were many people before the residence, they were all servants and menials. There was not a single Blackwater Gang member in sight.

"That's right. The Blackwater Gang hunted me through the night—how could they have expected me to make a killing return!"

Joy rose in Li Xian's heart. He spotted a man in splendid robes among the crowd. Though the man was equally bedraggled, the noble air about him clearly set him apart from these servants.

Li Xian narrowed his eyes, pointed at him, and asked,

"Little brother, is that Zheng Caiqi?"

Li Xiaofan nodded. "It's him."

"Good!"

Li Xian planted a foot on the saddle and suddenly