An Jing squinted his eyes, and when he went out to look, he discovered that the visitor was none other than his old acquaintance, Li Xiao, Steward Li, who had been helping him with the caravan affairs lately.
"No rush." An Jing stepped forward, greeting the panting Steward Li, and said in a deep voice, "What happened?"
"A group of martial artists from outside started fighting in Youde Garden all of a sudden!"
Steward Li was normally calm and composed, with aspiration to progress being his only fault, and An Jing respected him, empowered him, allowing him to manage, which made the man increasingly revere him.
Yet at this moment, he was visibly shaken, his face showing fear: "Someone died! Liu, Mao... they're all dead! They were extremely vicious, not your ordinary martial artists!"
...Has it come?
Although he was not clear about who exactly had arrived, a heaviness settled in An Jing's heart.
