Whether it would really work, even Shi Chun could not say for certain. There were too many uncertainties involved, so he said, "We don't have any better options right now. Let's give it a try."
Hearing that, Chu Jingtang could only let the matter drop. He took out the Wind Scales and activated them, sweeping the two men up and carrying them away again.
As they rose into the air, however, Wu Jinliang kept glancing at Shi Chun. What Chuntian had just done hardly looked like doing his best and leaving the rest to fate. He knew their way of handling things all too well: the simpler and rougher the method, the more it meant there was confidence in making it work.
After they returned to Zhuyong City, their first priority was naturally to check on Li Hongjiu's recovery. Beyond that, all they could do was wait for the assassin's response.
Shi Chun would not wait here indefinitely, either. If the assassin still had not responded by the time Li Hongjiu's injuries had fully stabilized, he would take Li Hongjiu away first.
He had absorbed a bellyful of demonic qi but had yet to successfully convert it into cultivation. Once Li Hongjiu could cast techniques again, he would definitely have him give him another proper strike with the Thunder Sword.
Beneath the eaves outside the hall, Shi Chun personally wrote another sign and hung it up. It read "A favor to ask," with the same words on both sides...
The sunset over Dazhi City held a vast, sweeping beauty.
A spatial rift appeared inside the old pavilion in the city. The Red-Clad Woman stepped out, and the rift vanished behind her.
A-Lan, who had been waiting there, hurried forward to report, "Your Highness, our people have searched everywhere. We still