Upon the long street.
Zhao Xuanhai's corpse was blocked off, inaccessible to the bystanders.
The government office had already sent people, the constables in black overcoats covered the body with a white cloth and dispersed the onlookers.
In the distance, in a quiet corner, a steed neighed and snorted hot breath.
Inside the carriage compartment.
Xu Heli and Xu Beihu sat respectfully, facing them was the Divine Base Wood Carving of their ancestor.
The palm-sized Divine Base Wood Carving filled the two Xu brothers with immense piety and respect.
"Elder Grandfather, that Li Che… is he really no problem?"
Xu Heli frowned slightly with some uncertainty as he asked.
He still felt that there was something odd about Li Che, a feeling that belonged to his intuition.
"The old one has checked, there's no problem…"