The three of them all felt their breathing difficult, almost unable to stand steady.
After quite a while, they slowly caught their breath, all drenched in cold sweat as if just fished out from the water. They were even unaware of when Jiang Dali moved his gaze away, only able to blankly stare at the disappearing silhouette at the end of the street, exchanging bewildered looks.
"The one who just transmitted the voice to us..."
"It was him, Marquis Wei Wu."
"Alas. Trouble comes from the mouth; we were just discussing him and he noticed. What do we do now?"
"What can we do, just comply obediently. Do you still think you can escape?"
...
Thirty minutes later.
Jiang Dali, as he wished, stood at the luxurious entrance of the He Residence, akin to a large manor, meeting He Jin, renowned in the Holy Dynasty as Jin Wudi.
