"Coming looking for us? What could be the reason for that?"
Bu Er was astonished by Yang Qing's words.
Yang Qing said nothing, merely standing at the inn window and gazing silently outside.
Before his eyes, a figure seemed to appear, solitary as snow.
In an instant, it vanished.
Peerless, peerless—an interesting name indeed.
Yang Qing thought of the red lantern he had seen hanging high beneath the restaurant's veranda. An exceedingly unusual mark had been painted on it.
He had seen that mark back when he was still the Yang Family's young master.
He had never expected to encounter it here after all these years.
Truly, mountains and rivers would meet again, no matter how far apart at the ends of the earth.
But what did the appearance of this mark, here and now, portend?
Seeing Yang Qing lost in thought, Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou exchanged a silent glance and had the good sense not to disturb him.
Something weighed on Yang Qing's mind.
The sky outside gradually darkened. At last, Yang Qing, who had been standing like a block of wood before the window, moved.
"Bu Er, have the meal served."
At the sound of Yang Qing's voice, Bu Er's heart, which had been hanging high in suspense, finally settled back down.
He hastily answered, "Just a moment, young master. I'll give the order right away."
Yang Qing turned from the window. Seeing Jiang Zhizhou still standing where he had been, he chuckled softly.
"Some old memories came to mind, and I lost myself in them. Sorry to have kept you standing here."
Jiang Zhizhou asked, "Is there something amiss with that Peerless Gentleman?"
As a man of Northern Liang, he had little recollection of the Peerless Gentleman. Presumably, the man had only recently risen to fame.