Old Master Chu sat in a carriage, watching people go past through the gap in the curtains. His expression was ashen and his eyes were ice-cold.
The woman's suicide vexed him greatly.
However, he was unaware that, at that moment, Qin Yun was watching him with his Eye of Lightning open in his glabella from a yard a kilometer away. He too was staring coldly.
Subordinates were either driving the carriage or following on horseback as they passed through the bustling streets of Li Mountain City.
"Stop!"
Old Master Chu's aged voice rang out.
The carriage rapidly came to a halt.
"Old Master?" whispered the horse driver outside.
