"Brother..."
After leaving the Gathering Arms Pavilion, Nie Tong looked at his brother walking ahead of him, his face full of confusion.
He knew his brother's character well. He had never feared trouble, nor had he feared making things bigger. Why had he turned and left today?
"He left a mark on me, thinking he hid it very well and that I wouldn't notice." Nie Yun smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry. Since he left that behind, he'll definitely come looking for us!"
"Oh!"
Nie Tong thought it over and understood. This was the Gathering Arms Pavilion, at the heart of Red River City. If a real fight broke out, it would certainly cause an enormous uproar. It truly was not the place to settle grudges.
Having bought a sword, Nie Tong had nothing else he wanted. The three of them wandered about casually for roughly two hours before Nie Yun suddenly stopped, his expression turning grave.
"Follow me!"
His body flickered as he shot forward first.
Elder Liu Xia had left a mark on him and could track him, but he had likewise left a trace on the other man. As long as they drew near, he would notice it as well.
If the other side had not pressed them relentlessly, he would have let the matter rest and could not be bothered to pay them any more attention. But since they wanted to catch up and seek death, he could only play along.
He had already familiarized himself with the surrounding terrain while they wandered around. There happened to be an uninhabited ruin nearby. With a turn of his body, he flew toward it.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment the three of them arrived, a gust of wind rose behind them, and several figures appeared before them.