Lu Qing was on his way to the big market.
Indeed, the man he was looking for was none other than Ma Gu, the person in charge of the market.
Ma Gu had connections even with the Wei Family, so he likely knew the details about the Black Wolf Gang.
Walking slowly, Lu Qing's expression remained calm.
He felt that his current state was somewhat peculiar.
He had just killed quite a few people, yet his heart felt little turbulence.
If there was any change, it was more like he had shed a pair of shackles, his spirit feeling somewhat lighter.
What did this mean? Was he naturally inclined to kill?
After killing so many people, instead of feeling fear or tension, he felt relaxed.
Or perhaps, because he killed only scum, he bore no guilt.
Lu Qing thought it strange.
Since achieving some success in his cultivation of martial arts, he had always tried to avoid being engulfed in slaughter, fearing what he might become once he broke his vow against killing.
