Huangfu Qingjue looked up at the obscure night sky, then silently turned around and glided over in the direction of the small town.
By this time, Ling Chuxi had already returned to her room and had changed out of her blood-stained clothes. What happened earlier lingered before her eyes. Mu Liufeng had done things in such an odd and frivolous manner, making one totally unable to understand or even guess at what he was thinking.
Li Ruihong's death did not seem to be noticed by his followers. Even when Ling Chuxi and the rest checked out the next morning, Li Ruihong's followers still did not seem to realize anything out of the ordinary. It would seem that Li Ruihong was not in the habit of notifying his followers about his whereabouts, hence his disappearance wasn't unusual to them.
