Noon, D City, headquarters of the Yin Yang Master Association of East Country.
Unlike his usual composure, Luo Pengfei paced restlessly in the yard today, apparently burdened with urgent matters on his mind.
He anxiously awaited a result.
Finally, a familiar sound of footsteps drifted over.
Luo Pengfei instantly turned and walked to the door to greet A Xin.
"How did it go?" Luo Pengfei asked impatiently.
"Chen Hao is still alive!" A Xin replied. "Our people just saw them in White Stone Town."
Luo Pengfei smiled. As long as Chen Hao was alive, that meant that Lu Siwei, the thorn in his side, must be dead. After a pause, he asked again, "Are you sure she went to see Chen Hao last night?"
The "she" Luo Pengfei referred to was Lu Siwei. By asking this, he wanted to confirm that Lu Siwei was truly dead.