An old voice sounded behind Gan Zifeng. "What urgent business does Terrace Master Zhang have?"
Xiao Changong looked up. The man approaching with a hand on his sword was none other than Ji Changyun. The old man had yet to change out of his bloodstained robes; his grievous wounds were shocking, his brows and eyes sharp as swords.
Xiao Changong cupped his hands in greeting. "Mountain Lord Ji. We do not know either."
He hesitated before continuing, "The Terrace Master was at the terrace when the letter arrived, but Lord Sui seems to have sent two different versions, one copy of each. After receiving his letter, the Terrace Master did not accompany us-speaking of which, Mountain Lord, where is Lord Sui?"
"..." Ji Changyun lowered his brows, his withered hand resting on his sword hilt. After a moment of silence, he raised his eyes. "Lord Sui fought the villain earlier. There has been no word of him since. I fear the odds are against him."
Xiao Changong's eyes widened in shock. "How could that be?!"
But Ji Changyun gave no further answer. Without a word, he turned and left, his hand on his sword.
Gan Zifeng took a deep breath and said coldly, "Kongtong is investigating all the peaks. Crane Inspector Xiao, go to the Law Enforcement Hall to learn the details of the case."
He turned and left.
Xiao Changong watched their retreating backs, then turned to look in the direction Ji Changyun had gone.
The Crane Inspector's expression grew very calm. He casually plucked a blade of grass and held it between his lips. "Xunyuan?"
"Here."
"Take some men to the Law Enforcement Hall. We'll investigate however they tell us to."
Cold rain fell over Cang Mountain.
Pei Ye stood dazed for a while. He really had not