Capítulo 129: Chapter 43: Dead End, and Wang Anfeng's Gambling Nature

Yuzhang.

Two Eighth Rank Martial Artists sped along using light movement techniques, arriving in the city where indeed they saw the Flying Eagle circling above an inn, attracting the attention of passersby. The face of the Scholar turned pale green, a wave of humiliation rising in his heart.

The robust man next to him also looked displeased and hesitated as he looked at the Scholar.

"Third brother…"

The Scholar's chest heaved violently, and he squeezed a word out between his teeth.

"Enter."

As usual, they found out where the guest room was, but they no longer had the heart to deal with the aftermath. The Scholar, with a cold face, strode forward, intending to kick open the door. Yet, fearing slightly, he lowered the foot he had raised and stepped back. He opened the door from a distance using Vigorous Qi, only to find it empty again.

His face turned an iron blue.

The repeated mocking made it almost impossible for him to contain his rage.