Su Qing waited outside the loft.
Waiting.
Waiting for Fang Xu to emerge from the loft.
After three rounds of drinks, the two men inside finally set down their cups, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and made a show of their sham affection and loyalty.
Fang Xu walked out of the loft with a broad smile plastered across his face.
When the cold wind outside struck him, the wine went to his head. He felt his way toward his quarters on unsteady feet, utterly unaware of the figure following behind him.
Just after turning down a fork in the path, Fang Xu felt his stomach churn. He hurriedly bent over a roadside flower bed and retched, vomiting his guts out.
There was no denying it: the wine brewed in the Yin Vein within Nine-Channel Pass certainly packed a punch.
Before Fang Xu could raise his head, a longsword silently pierced his back and plunged into his dantian. The lightning clinging to the blade cauterized the wound, leaving not a drop of blood to spill.
Before Fang Xu could cry out, Su Qing swept his sleeve and drew him into the Sleeve Universe without alerting anyone. He would take his time interrogating him once he had left this place.
With that done, all he needed to do was abduct the elder as well.
As for An Zuo, this was not the right time to settle the grudge between them. It would not be too late to seek revenge after Mu Chen's mother destroyed the Dragon Demon Palace.
Even if An Zuo escaped, there was still the Seven-Arrows Nail-Head Art. Su Qing had collected all the blood An Zuo had left on the Kunwu Sword during their last fight.
Although Su Qing's current cultivation was not enough to perform the **Seven-Arrows Nail-Head