Night deepened, and the Prince's Manor gradually fell quiet.
Yang Dabiao and the others settled into the guest rooms at the Prince's Manor. Since Xie Jinhuan had just rendered a great service, the steward assigned him a courtyard with a small lake. Linghu Qingmo stayed next door so he could look after him.
A full day of traveling by carriage really was exhausting. After returning to his room, Xie Jinhuan set the sleeping Coal Ball beside his pillow, took a Dragon Blood Pill, and began soaking in a medicinal bath to heal his injuries, quietly considering his next steps.
With Ghost Wife about to blast out of her grave, his sole objective was still to find a way to scrape together thirty thousand taels of silver and one Jiazi Lotus Root!
He had no leads on the Jiazi Lotus yet, and the fastest way to make money was undoubtedly to seek alms from fellow cultivators by digging out their hearts and lungs.
Whose should he dig out...
Han Jingchuan had made his father take the blame, indirectly landing him in his current predicament, and might even strike at him from the shadows. He definitely needed to kill him to prevent future trouble.
But Han Jingchuan's duties were unusual, and having only just returned, he knew nothing of his whereabouts. He could not deal with this man tonight.
According to Taishu Dan and the others, his father had been ambushed by the Nether God Sect. He would kill every last one of those bastards he encountered.
But the Nether God Sect's movements were difficult to trace, and he did not know whether today's murderer really had any connection to them...
At that thought, Xie Jinhuan looked toward the Zhenglun Sword.
"Beautiful Miss Ye?"
Splash~
As his words fell, splashing came from