He came to the Capital City to find Little Yin Hu. What did the life and death of others have to do with him?
Speaking of which, where exactly was Little Yin Hu?
He didn't even know if this sack of grain would last until the day he found Little Yin Hu.
The man in dark robes and white hair no longer paid attention to the commotion on the rooftop. He folded his hands across his belly and closed his eyes in an exceedingly elegant sleeping posture.
Meng Qianqian and Tan'er were so drunk they had lost consciousness, oblivious to the noise above the roof.
Lu Yuan's ears twitched, and a flash of killing intent surfaced in his eyes.
"Yu Zichuan!"
Yu Zichuan, nestled in a large tree with his bow and arrows, suddenly opened his eyes and immediately shot two arrows into the night.
His archery skills had grown since before, as the arrows streaked across the sky like meteors in the void, chasing the two figures dressed in black with ghostly speed.
