Hearing that shout, the person on the bed finally moved.
He slowly raised his hand and removed the white cloth covering his eyes.
The Lycoris radiata at the corner of his eye made him even more dazzling.
Long black eyelashes trembled for a moment, his eyelids lowered, hiding any emotion in his gaze.
He played with the white handkerchief, wrapping it around his finger as though he'd found an amusing toy.
After quite a while, he uttered softly,
"How is it?"
Fei Chen, kneeling at the very front, stood up.
Compared to the other two, he was dressed in blue, his clothes spotless and clean, with no trace of blood.
He walked up to the bedside and spoke in a low voice,
"According to that woman named Su Ruoruo, the Spirit Stone is indeed in the City Lord's manor of Xuan Yue City."
It was a coincidence; their Sect Leader had chanced upon this place after falling into the forest near Xuan Yue City.
Unexpectedly, on the way out, he encountered a carriage.
The woman in the carriage kept shouting and yelling, making a racket, and eventually burst out of the carriage, crashing straight into the Sect Leader's sedan.
The woman shouted at the top of her lungs,
"Su Ye could never be so kind as to help me; she's definitely trying to harm me.
Using the Spirit Stone to oppress me like this—does she deserve father's painstaking efforts to raise her?!"
Having collided with the Sect Leader's sedan, the woman was supposed to die at the hands of the sedan bearers.
Yet, she had mentioned the Spirit Stone.
A cure for the Sect Leader's poisoning was not a matter of days; the Spirit Stone could alleviate the deadly poison within him.
They had been searching for it, but could never find it.
Who could have guessed that they'd hear news of it here, in this remote and weak Xuan Yue City.
The woman was, of course, rescued.
After questioning her, they learned the whole story, and the whereabouts of the Spirit Stone.
The woman was willing to risk her entire fortune and life, pleading with the Sect Leader to help her get revenge.
Such an opportunity delivered right to their door, of course they agreed, and so they wound back to the starting point.
After returning, the Sect Leader went again to the forest he'd fallen into by accident, not allowing anyone to follow.
They waited until the search was over, but could no longer find any trace of the Sect Leader.
They could not have imagined that the Sect Leader would be tied up in such a place of debauchery, locked in a cage to be sold.
Fortunately, they arrived quickly enough.
Fei Chen stood to the side, quickly scanned the Sect Leader, confirmed he was unharmed, and finally relaxed a little.
He lowered his head, clasped his fists and spoke,
"Sect Leader, please change clothes."
As soon as he finished, a Hidden Guard in black stepped forward and presented a Golden Silk Embroidered Red Robe.
Exactly the same as the one Su Qing was wearing.
Su Qing kept his head down, fiddling with the white handkerchief in his hand, eyelids lowered, taking a long moment before speaking,
"No need."
The room at the end of the long corridor was utterly silent.
But outside, the place had already become a Human Purgatory.
The stage where Su Qing was once auctioned now stacked with corpses, piled high.
Blood soaked the entire platform, the thick stench of blood so strong it made one nauseous.
If Su Ye were here, she might recognize that the dead were those who had bid against her in the auction earlier.
The auctioneer lay at the very bottom, dead with his throat slit, eyes wide open.
Black-clad assassins moved silently through the courtyard.
One after another, the hired thugs fell to the ground in terror and panic, themselves becoming cold, soulless killers.
A man in blue, cold as ice, radiating murderous intent.
In his hand, he held a notebook, his eyes void of warmth.
With a black wolf-hair brush, he marked name after name in the book.