Li Yan only hoped that, if the shop's assistants were not accomplices, Su Hong and her people would spare them.
Still, their chances of surviving were probably slim. Li Yan was no saint; he simply would not take the initiative to slaughter innocents.
He understood that, since he had chosen to help Su Hong, she would consider eliminating every potential threat when she acted, to ensure that no hidden danger remained for Guiqulaixi.
The thought had merely risen in Li Yan's mind on impulse. If Su Hong ultimately did that, he could only turn a blind eye. Otherwise, he would not be helping her, but harming her.
In a small courtyard, Jin Zhiyuan lay half-asleep on a reclining chair. He heard the assistants calling for customers outside the storefront and the questions from customers entering the shop, but paid none of it any real attention.
Instead, as the chair rocked gently, he gazed up at the vast blue sky. He held a water pot with an air of leisure, occasionally bringing its spout to his lips for a sip.
The coolness of the spirit leaves flowed from his mouth through his body, refreshing him to the core. As his body relaxed, his mind grew clearer.
I wonder what message is being passed along. It might be a signal telling people to withdraw. Guiqulaixi's investigations are tightening, too. Who knows which network has run into trouble...
Jin Zhiyuan pondered what might come of this latest transmission of intelligence.
He and his Dao Companion had originally been rogue cultivators, though both possessed considerable cultivation. Without any backing, their sources of cultivation resources had been uncertain, and they had a son and daughter to raise as well.
Yet, without having either child join a sect, they had still raised both to the