The moment the people from the Four-Square Gambling House entered, they bowed to Yang Qing and the others.
"Our master invites you all to meet with him."
Yang Qing looked at the visitor and asked, "Have you found a lead on the matter we asked about?"
The man paused, then replied respectfully, "Yes."
Yang Qing rose. "Please lead the way."
The last time they had visited the Four-Square Gambling House, it had been nearly midnight. This time, they entered with the sun high overhead.
The Four-Square Gambling House was exceptionally quiet now, with none of the bustle they had witnessed that day.
Their guide walked quickly, but however fast he went, he always stopped at suitable intervals and waited for Yang Qing and the others to catch up before continuing.
This time, naturally, he led them to that same small house.
"Our master is waiting inside. Please!" After gesturing for Yang Qing and the others to enter, the man quietly withdrew.
Yang Qing and the others entered the small courtyard without encountering any obstruction.
Once inside, they saw a man sitting in a chair by the window, his back to them.
But when Yang Qing's gaze fell upon the chair, his pupils contracted.
That chair was unmistakably a wheelchair.
"Since my honored guests have arrived, please make yourselves comfortable. Sit wherever you wish."
Hearing the movement behind him, the man slowly turned his wheelchair to face Yang Qing and the others.
He was handsome, and his eyes shone with a peaceful light as he looked at Yang Qing.
"Master, did you summon us because you have something to tell us?" Yang Qing bowed to him.
The man waved a hand gently. "There is no hurry. Sit down first, and then we can talk."
Seeing how insistent he was, Yang Qing