Before leaving, Tao Han spoke in a low voice.
A few guards quickly nodded, and as they turned around, a murderous intent flashed in their eyes. The leading guard made a throat-slashing gesture towards the other two.
Shortly after, the scent of blood filled Xingchun Pavilion, a few people were gone, replaced by several mute corpses.
After leaving Xingchun Pavilion, Tao Han sat on the wheelchair, expressionless, as the guards pushed him along.
At a certain moment.
Tao Han raised his right hand, as if he was attracted by someone. The three guards shivered inside and all looked in the direction Tao Han was gazing.
In the distant alley, a simple-dressed girl with rosy cheeks came into view.
"Grandpa Zhao, how much for your new pastries?"
"Oh, it's Little Deer."
The girl's skin wasn't particularly fair, and there were faint freckles on both cheeks. But her clean smile and plain clothes exuded a sense of purity and youthful energy.
"Master mentioned jujube paste cake before."
