At this time, at the edge of the town, in a seemingly inconspicuous farmhouse, Qi Jingyi was drinking alone. He had purchased this place long ago as an occasional stopover.
Aside from him and his close guard Weng Ji, no one else knew about this place.
In front of him was food packed from the Baiwei Restaurant by Weng Ji, but he hadn't taken a single bite. Truth be told, after becoming accustomed to the meals cooked by Yang Ruxin these past few days, he found the taste of these dishes somewhat off.
"Eighth Brother." Weng Ji appeared in front of Qi Jingyi without a sound, then leaned in to whisper something.
