When Ye Jingtang brushed past the people of the Jun Mountain Terrace, there were three gazes sizing up the crowd from a teahouse window on the street.
The Blood Bodhi was pretending to be an old merchant with white hair. He was holding a cup of hot tea in his hand and frowning.
Chen Ming and Lu Ruan had followed the Blood Bodhi's arrangements and come to assassinate the Prince of Jing's personal expert. At this moment, they were sitting on both sides of the table with solemn expressions.
"Yesterday, Chen Ming used the rain as cover and went to the ship to find out the details. Before he could get close, there was something strange in the cabin. This child is so young. Isn't he too experienced in Jianghu…"
"I suspect that there are still experts on the ship. After observing for a few days, the young man who often changes shifts with Ye Jingtang seems to be quite skilled, but he's at most second-rate. Could the experts be hiding in the dark?"
