"What's going on? Why is there still no movement? How come this assassin hasn't appeared yet?"
Across from the inn where Ye Zhen stayed, a figure shrouded in a black cloak—Young Master Hu Shuai of the Hu Family—was concealed in a corner's shadow, his presence only betrayed by his occasional peering towards the inn.
"My lord, just wait a bit longer, the assassin surely needs some time to make a move, right?" Similarly hidden in the shadows was Steward Hu, who kept glancing around, in fact, more anxious than his young master.
"Wait? I'm anxious!"
"The Spirit Storage Pill is no ordinary object. If that Zheng swallows it in one gulp, where would you have me go to cry?"
At this point, a stern look crossed Hu Shuai's face, "Old Hu, you'd better not have hired some rookie for me."
