Watching Fan Wu leave, both the elderly pawnshop owner and the shop assistant looked as if a great burden had been lifted off their shoulders.
They both let out a heavy sigh of relief.
The weight that had been pressing on their hearts,
had finally disappeared.
"My goodness…" the pawnshop owner clutched the silver note worth a full five hundred taels, finding the sweat in his palm almost wetting the note. Frightened, he quickly spread it out and started blowing on it vigorously, trying to dry it.
After blowing on it several times, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself, "That's the first time I've seen someone so terrifying. Just listening to him speak brought me such an oppressive feeling, as if I could hardly breathe."
He no longer doubted whether or not there was a necessary connection between Fan Wu and the suspicion of the Fu Clan's downfall.
From this terrifying feeling, he was sure that only someone like this could be related to such an event!
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