"Heh..." Fang Zheng chuckled softly:
"Refugees, Beggar Gang, Fragrance Sect—Gu'an County is becoming increasingly chaotic."
"Indeed."
Li San nodded, his face showing concern.
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Pan She Martial Arts Hall.
The handsome and upright third disciple of the hall, Che Zhongyang, stepped out, his gaze falling on Fang Zheng, soft nasal sound escaping as he gestured inward:
"Young Master Fang, please come in!"
"Thank you for the trouble."
Fang Zheng cupped his hands respectfully.
Che Zhongyang was Du Qiaoyun's husband, an outstanding disciple of the martial arts hall with a Three-Blood cultivation base, and a future Martial Arts Hall Master.
He did not have a favorable impression of Fang Zheng.
Because during his absence, Du Qiaoyun was almost snatched away, although she vehemently denied this, yet the Soft Sword was the evidence.
