Fragments of porcelain scattered on the ground with a loud breaking sound. The fragrant aroma of steaming tea wafted up to people’s noses.
The row of people standing there wanted to but did not dare move.
"Master," said one of the braver men. "You know the De Sheng Chang’s strength. If they really wanted to hide someone, they would not be so easily found."
Head Shopkeeper Song paced rapidly, his eyebrows knitted together tightly.
Indeed, it was so.
If it had been any other time, it would have been fine. That mother- and daughter-in-law pair might have kept it from others, but not from him. As long as he asked, the truth would come out. But this time, because they had heard it from a Buddhist master, for the only hope to change the Fang Family’s misfortune, those women would give their lives.
Just asking the question, not to mention getting an answer, would be enough to garner their suspicion.
So he wouldn’t ask.
