Gu Shenwei returned to the backyard of the Southwall Tavern at midnight. There was already an anxious guest waiting inside the room.
He had covered himself in a cape in the same way as those who wanted to hide their identity. But he was too big for this cape. He said, "You have to rescue me."
The decoration in Gu Shenwei's room was simple. Only a bed, a desk, and two chairs. He sat down and wearily sighed. "Well, what happened?"
Guan Houlin glimpsed at the child who was sitting at the corner. He looked handsome and held a sword in his hands, but, his tilted head made him look listless, cold and uninterested in anything. He was more like a ghost, and this disturbed Guan Houlin. "I want to talk in private."
"That's not necessary. He doesn't have a big mouth."
With some hesitation, Guan Houlin said, "The Ninth Young Master wants me dead." He was cornered and had nowhere else to go.
"You escaped. That's incredible."
