As dusk fell, the broker appeared punctually in front of his room door,
"Daoist Yu, it's time to set off."
Hou Niao was of course using a false name, ah, it was Yu Zhengxing; he didn't intentionally mean to cause trouble for old Yu. Uncle Yu himself had said that if you're going to kill, do it openly, which is to not conceal the intent of the Quanzhen Sect's actions, so naturally, as the defender of Miao Gao Town, he had to make it clear.
Of course, he only mentioned the surname Yu, but didn't dare to utter the full name; otherwise, it could have scared Gu Xiqiao into fleeing the city. It would suffice to declare his name at the final moment of the killing.
Uncle Yu stood straight, strong enough to ride a horse on his shoulders, he wouldn't care.
Winding through the unfamiliar Linjing, Hou Niao could only guess they were heading toward the poor and most chaotic district of Linjing City, a melting pot of all sorts from all walks of life,
