Zhang Xiaohua listened, looked at the flash of returning light on Mei Qinglian's face, and said with a smile, "At the time, this poor Daoist rescued quite a few people from the dungeon. As for whether your honored father was among them, this poor Daoist does not know!"
"Th-that is... very... good... Many thanks... Immortal Elder..." Mei Qinglian smiled, then turned to look at Li Jinfeng again. There seemed to be a trace of tenderness in her eyes as she said, "Young Master... Li, you are... a rare... upright gentleman... in this world. I only regret... that I did not meet you... sooner... I also... hope that you and... the one you love... will become a married pair... grow old together... This... silk handkerchief... shall be a little... wedding gift... from your younger sister..."
As Mei Qinglian spoke, she laboriously felt for the silk handkerchief hanging at her waist and raised it with all her strength, wanting to hand it to Li Jinfeng. But... just as she lifted it a tiny bit, the light in her eyes vanished, and her hand fell limply. The breath at her mouth and nose was already gone!
"Miss Mei... Miss Mei..." Li Jinfeng cried out agitatedly.
"Young Master Li... Miss Mei... has already passed..." Zhang Xiaohua patted Li Jinfeng on the shoulder and consoled him softly.
Then he stood, glanced at the dead Shopkeeper Liu and the other three men whose breaths still hung by a thread, and walked over. Without hesitation, he pressed his [***] finger point onto them. After a moment, Zhang Xiaohua sneered, stretched out his hand, and separately snapped the necks of Mei Laomo, Zhao Hong, and Wu Yuantong.
"This Mei Laomo was actually a subordinate of the Righteous Path Alliance, responsible for transmitting messages. They also had spies in