The familiar sound of clanging metal made Fan Wu's mouth twitch, he didn't need to turn his head to know... the person who was anxiously shouting at him to spare the coffin beneath his sword, was that Little Banner Officer from the Qintian Division.
——Xie Jiu!
Fan Wu had thought that by staying at a different inn for one night, he could avoid encountering the people from the Qintian Division again.
But he discovered.
He was naive.
He was hasty!
And there he saw, Xie Jiu, that scoundrel, approaching like a hero in a martial arts film, running along the rooftops and walls.
However, he didn't look dashing at all, Fan Wu could tell he was in quite a sorry state, with a hint of blood on him, suggesting he was injured.
How come tonight, both a Chief Flag Officer and a Little Banner Officer from the Qintian Division, were both injured?
A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind.
The sword that Fan Wu was about to swing down ultimately did not fall upon the coffin.
Seeing this.
