The source of troops and grain, the Mysterious Capital Palace's true intent

The saber gleamed coldly as Lu Bai slowly slid it back into the scabbard at his waist.

The ghost before him had already been struck by his blade. With a surge of hot blood brimming with yang energy, it had dissolved into wisps of smoke.

A bit of a pity, really.

Lu Bai felt that the female ghost's face and figure had both been exceptional. Ordinarily, he might have been in the mood to toy with her, but today's circumstances were rather unusual.

He gently rolled his neck. It had been a long time since he had fought like this, and today had given his muscles and bones a good stretch.

"Old Lu, is your side clear?"

Zhu Yi walked slowly up from below. They had each chosen a direction and slaughtered freely; now, having made a full circuit, they had met up again.

"A few got away." As Lu Bai spoke, he looked up toward Su Che's room.

Who knew where this band of ghosts had come from? Every last one was slippery as an eel. The moment he attacked, they had fled for their lives. Even with his determined pursuit, a few had still escaped.

But the young master had not intervened, which meant letting a few escape was no great matter.

The two exchanged smiles. Following Third Young Master Su was far more satisfying than their old lives had ever been.

Inside the room, Su Che listened quietly as Dark Jade Tablet spoke.

"Although Ci Prefecture has suffered a disaster, the taxes in money and grain haven't been waived for the southern counties. Their newly collected tax grain should still be in their storehouses. They've gathered all of it on your behalf, Lord Liu." Dark Jade Tablet watched Su Che's face carefully, hoping to glean more from