"Three hundred li outside the city, at Puyin Temple on the Chishui Riverbank. I'll be waiting for you there!"
"Haha... Liu Wu, don't keep an old man waiting too long!"
Du Cang's laughter was like a blade.
Pine needles snapped in two, drifting down like withered petals.
They partially obscured the body that had once belonged to Uncle Gui.
In an instant, he vanished from the Spring Lotus Garden.
As if he had never been there at all.
Chen Yi stared at the spot where he had been, but his eyes followed the wisp of cold aura.
It joined with the other cold aura—the one that had abducted Xiao Wan'er from the Marquis's Mansion—and sped toward the North City.
'North City... then head west... Puyin Temple...'
Chen Yi retracted his gaze and straightened his chest. The pallor vanished from his face as the internal organs he had deliberately injured began to heal rapidly.
