Pei Buji led Yang Qing and the others around the foot of North Mountain for three days. When they emerged from the mountains, Yang Qing discovered that they had arrived at the foot of Massacre Slope.
Massacre Slope, where those who sowed chaos lay buried.
Years ago, he and Bu Er had ended the vicious bandit Scarface with a single stroke of a blade on this very slope, then set out on the road back to Yan Prefecture.
He had never imagined that, years later, he and Bu Er would stand here again.
"Young master..."
Seeing Yang Qing standing motionless at the foot of Massacre Slope, Bu Er grew worried.
At the sound of Bu Er's voice, Yang Qing came back to himself.
Sure enough, once a man got older, he loved dwelling on the past.
The wind lifted Yang Qing's robe, curled it, then let it settle against him again. To anyone watching, he looked every inch a gracious gentleman.
Only Yang Qing knew that, in the end, he still could not cross that hurdle in his heart.
"It's nothing. I was merely surprised to come out and find myself somewhere so familiar."
Yang Qing waved a hand and spoke with an air of indifference.
Only when he saw that Yang Qing's expression was normal did Bu Er slowly let his half-suspended heart settle back into place.
"Yan Prefecture City has long since changed masters. How are we to enter without attracting notice?"
Massacre Slope was still some distance from Yan Prefecture City. Dressed as they were, they would probably be spotted before they had gone more than a few steps.
"Why furrow your brow over such a trifling matter?" Pei Buji could not help smiling at Bu Er's anxious expression.
Knowing that Pei Buji possessed extraordinary means, Yang