Under Huang Bingcheng's hospitality, Chu Bufan gorged himself at Shenglong Tower. Meanwhile, Wu Daoyuan kept a stern face all the way, frightening Hou Ming into silence.
As they were about to leave the turf of Golden Moon Square, Hou Ming couldn't help but ask softly, "Junior uncle, what's our next move? Are we letting Su Xin go?"
"Slap!"
Wu Daoyuan slapped Hou Ming's face, cursing, "Let him go? Just because he killed a man from our Qingcheng Sword Sect he thinks he can get off that easily? Where do we put our sect's honor?"
Hou Ming covered his face and complained, "Then what should we do? Su Xin left the city on a fast horse yesterday, and we don't even know where to start chasing."
Hou Ming felt that coming to the south of Xiang was a mistake. He gained nothing but trouble.
And it wasn't his fault either.
After arriving in Xiangnan, they had been ambushing outside Changning Prefecture, waiting for news from Fang Dongting.
