The newcomer wore a white suit and tie, with glasses that made him look like a university lecturer, but a faint trace of wickedness lingered about his eyes and brows. His narrow eyes smiled, and his gleaming leather shoes tapped crisply against the floor as he walked at an unhurried pace.
It was actually Gan Xuantong.
Not only did killing intent shine in Yang Shuang's eyes, but Lian Youming also felt the urge to kill.
It seemed this trip had brought them to a treacherous banquet.
Hongmen really had joined forces with Gan Xuantong and laid this trap.
Yet the instant his killing intent stirred, Gan Xuantong's eyes turned toward him, holding a trace of coldness and a hint of curiosity.
Unlike before, Lian Youming had now thoroughly tempered all five organs and their meridians. For some reason, instead of his appetite soaring and his physique growing larger as before, he had become considerably thinner.
But it was more than simple weight loss. It was as though his accumulated vital essence was being worn down and dispersed inward by the strengthening five energies, gradually merging into his sinews and bones and making his body even more formidable.
Not only that, although he visibly looked thinner, his weight had strangely not decreased at all.
He wore the mask Yang Shuang had given him, a black-and-white Peking Opera Mask with an expression neither crying nor smiling, leaving his eyes and mouth exposed. He cradled a sword wrapped in red silk.
Yang Shuang's phoenix eyes held a murderous chill, and her voice was cold and stern. "I never expected you to still be in Guangzhou. Aren't you afraid the Hung Fist lineage and the Baji Sect will come to settle their scores?" Gan Xuantong withdrew his gaze and smiled carelessly. "A bunch of