Fan City, an inn.
Yang Qing and Bu Er inspected the corner of the guest room where Yang Qing and Jiang Zhizhou had once stayed. Sure enough, everything remained as it had been.
It was as though everything here had been waiting for them to return.
"Bu Er, do you think that key the Northern Hawk sent us back then really came from them?"
Yang Qing drew his gaze back and abruptly spoke.
Bu Er paused in surprise. "If not the Northern Hawk, who else could it have been?"
Who would deliberately tell others something so secret?
Deliberately?
Those two words flashed through Bu Er's mind. Seeing the questioning gleam in Yang Qing's eyes, he could not help asking, "Young master, do you mean someone might have deliberately let the Northern Hawk learn of this information?"
Letting the Northern Hawk know meant letting them know.
In the past, Bu Er might not have been able to unravel all the twists and turns involved, but now he had some idea.
Yang Qing nodded. "Precisely."
With that, silence fell between master and servant.
Even without saying it aloud, they knew the person behind this information could only be one of those few.
Yang Qing did not spell it out, and Bu Er asked no further questions.
"I wonder how things are progressing on Xiao Zhou's end."
Only after a long pause did Yang Qing give a faint sigh.
If things went a little more smoothly, they could leave this place sooner, free beneath the boundless sky and across the vast sea.
But Yang Qing had never expected news of Jiang Zhizhou to reach him in this fashion.
Early the next morning, Yang Qing and Bu Er went downstairs for breakfast.
They had been sitting on the ground floor for quite some time