Su Changkong stood up and looked out of the window toward the street; he saw two men in black hurrying along the street, one of whom was carrying a black cloth bag. From the shape of it, it seemed to contain a person.
"It's Hua Yi. Those two men came knocking in the middle of the night and took him away. What for? Could it be that Dr. Huashan and the others have offended someone?"
Su Changkong pondered in secret.
Today in this small town, he had encountered Hua Yi, but his master, Dr. Huashan, was nowhere to be found. And now, in the dead of night, someone had come knocking and taken Hua Yi away. There must be some problem hidden here.
"Let's have a look."
After a slight hesitation, Su Changkong made up his mind.
By nature, he did not like to provoke trouble, but as Hua Yi was Dr. Huashan's disciple, and since Dr. Huashan had been kind to Su Changkong—despite Su Changkong having helped Dr. Huashan in the past—debts of gratitude could not be settled so easily.
