Then everyone would leave Xiang Prefectural City that very night.
So they scrambled to pool their silver, wrapped it tightly in cloth, and handed it to the two least-injured senior brothers, also equipping them with daggers for protection. Amid a chorus of worried reminders, the two nodded with reddened eyes, turned, and pushed at the door to leave.
But someone outside pushed the door open first.
Everyone froze at the sight of the young man's face.
His complexion was clear and healthy, his clothes clean and tidy. Apart from his slightly disheveled hair, there was almost no sign of exertion.
The next moment, they understood-he had seen Dragon Gate Tower and retreated in the face of difficulty.
They breathed a sigh of relief, too, and were just about to offer some comfort when the young man stepped all the way inside, carrying an unconscious, peaceful-looking old man on his back.
As everyone stared blankly, he gently lowered the old man onto the long table.
"Sun Qingyi passed out. I checked him over; he isn't really hurt. A night's rest should do." Pei Ye brushed his hands together. "I dislocated Kou Liyue's arms and hung him from the central flagpole-you can all go throw stones at him tomorrow."
Azure Sky Pavilion.
"Late tonight, Qi Yun's owner will go to Seven-Nine City," Li Piaoqing murmured, her bright eyes looking southeast through the hazy orange window.
"Pei Ye said we should wait until he confirms it first."
"But by the time he confirms it, the man might already be planning to come back," the girl mused. "We might have to spend a long time searching and reading, I think... Even if we take a little risk, we should still head over earlier."
She tilted her head toward the black cat.
The black