After a full meal, everyone was ready to rest for a bit before withdrawing. Several guests came over, evident practitioners of the world with thick gold necklaces around their necks. One of them was even bald, adorned with tattoos. This group sat not far from everyone else, and after ordering their food, one of them lowered his voice to say, "Master Wu, have you heard? Kuntai's people dispatched nearly a thousand to escort a shipment—such a big move. It's said they even clashed with a troop."
"Really? Who within hundreds of kilometers would dare to mess with Kuntai? Looks to me like they're courting death," an older member of the group also whispered.
Their voices were very low, but not low enough to escape the astonishing hearing of Shan Hu and the others, who managed to catch every word. Although there wasn't any special intelligence, one thing was clear: it was indeed Kuntai's doing. Everyone exchanged knowing glances and nodded, ready to look elsewhere.
