Inside the righteous manor.
An Jing lay on the ground, drowsy and wanting to sleep, ever since his essence blood had been depleted, his spirit had become somewhat weary.
In his haziness, he seemed to hear a faint voice and couldn't help but look towards the entrance.
The person who entered was none other than Luo Chongyang, clad in a Daoist robe.
An Jing propped himself up, his voice weak as he asked, "You're back?"
Luo Chongyang eyed the pool of blood in front of him and asked in a low voice, "What happened here?"
"It's nothing, just a few small fries."
An Jing pondered for a moment before asking, "Do you know of any expert with the surname 'Jin' from Zhao Country?"
"Jin!?"
Luo Chongyang's eyebrows raised, then he shook his head and said, "I haven't really heard of one, but I do know of an expert with the surname Qi from Zhao Country. Why the sudden inquiry?"
An Jing waved his hand dismissively, "No reason, just asking."
