Outside Luyang City.
Under a pavilion intended for rest beside the main road, Tong Shihong looked silently at the bustling Peacekeeping Gang not far off.
Qiu Muqian stood by his side, also silent.
The two of them, after listening to the story of the old noodle-eating man slaying Gluttony and seeking verification from over a dozen people, came up with the same conclusion, and since then, they had been in this state.
"Uncle Tong, are you unsure about dealing with Feng Qi?" Qiu Muqian couldn't help asking.
A few involuntary twitches crossed Tong Shihong's brow as he said, "Every man has his weakness, and the Heavenly Demon is no exception. Reviewing all of Feng Qi's battles, he has always ambushed from behind. From this, we can deduce that his weakness must lie in the front. If we don't give him the opportunity to get behind us, we can still eliminate him.
