That night.
The moon was bright, stars sparse, and the fog wreathed around them.
Qingzhou Yongyuan County.
Lin Yuan City, General's Compound.
Inside the council hall, the glow of candles enveloped the room in bright light.
At this moment, except for Qin Zheng, the rest were still here, and the corpses on the ground had already been cleaned up.
A faint scent of medicine drifted through the air.
"Master could be in danger at any moment; time is pressing. Why should we wait until tomorrow to set out?"
Xiang Qingyu, his body wrapped in white bandages, exuded a strong scent of medicine.
He had taken a hard punch from Wu Yuguang, and his injuries were not as minor as they appeared.
"Moreover... Wu Yuguang said that if they do not return, Master cannot survive either, regardless of whether his words are true or not."
"At this moment, with Master's situation unclear, was it really wise to rashly kill a top Great Grandmaster and a member of the Gao Clan?"