The first thing Hu Xiaotian thought of was the assassination attempt in Red Valley. Back then, he had not wiped out all the assassins accompanying Feng Xianlin. Perhaps that oversight had led to the Sword Palace's retaliation. Yet that explanation seemed rather strained. After all, the Sword Palace's hatred should have been directed at him at most. Why take it out on the Beggar Gang? Had they gone after the Beggar Gang because they knew there was no hope of taking revenge on him?
Tang Qingxuan stayed at Hu Xiaotian's residence that night, talking with Long Xiyue until dawn. After so long apart, the two sisters had an endless supply of things to say. Visa joined their little circle as well. Although she was of a different race, she was clever and adept at reading expressions. Moreover, as a master of the Soul-Seizing Art, she understood people's minds thoroughly and had a knack for winning their favor.
Hu Xiaotian, on the other hand, found himself neglected. He could not help remembering a film he had once watched. Tang Bohu had plenty of wives, but some chatted while others played mahjong. In a household with one husband and many wives, the man ended up having no standing at all. Surely that would not happen to him.
Huo Shengnan only returned shortly before dark. Seeing Hu Xiaotian alone in his room, she could not help laughing. "Why isn't anyone keeping you company?"
"Have you ever heard the story of the three monks?" Hu Xiaotian asked.
"No. Let's hear it," Huo Shengnan said.
"One monk carried water on a shoulder pole and had water to drink. Two monks carried a bucket between them and had water to drink. Three monks had no water to drink."
Huo Shengnan laughed when she heard this. "You