Meng Xuanzhao had men searching for Fang Xing the entire night, and not even dawn was enough to cause them to stop. Seated within the black bamboo forest, Meng Xuanzhao had been quietly drinking his wine by himself, his eyes colored a deep blood-red. It was within this forest that he had been robbed by the Black Market Bandit; it was within this forest that he had lost his face and become a laughingstock amidst his small circle of outer court friends. Everyone inside the circle had been poking fun at how not only had the Ore Essence Powder been taken from him, but even his own savings.
These circumstances gave him another reason to hate this Black Market Bandit with a passion. Even though Liu Feng wasn’t able to take more than a few beatings before he died, the internal wounds Fang Xing had inflicted weren’t entirely to blame; Meng Xuanzhao’s wrath had pushed the beatings to be excessively harsh.
