Not to mention those trying to be inconspicuous, parading through the streets in large, mysterious cloaks, the bulges on their backs clearly hiding weapons.
Still others brazenly placed their sabers on the table while eating wontons at a streetside stall.
"Come, take another look. It should be about time."
Smiling, Chu Chengfeng led Gongsun Mo back to his seat and jutted his chin toward the floor below.
Although everything he saw was one of Gongsun Mo's memories, and Gongsun Mo might not have understood at the time, Zheng Xiu was not Gongsun Mo. With Chu Chengfeng's subtle prompt, Zheng Xiu quickly noticed something was off about the atmosphere downstairs.
It was too quiet.
On the spacious first floor of the teahouse, only three tables were occupied.
Two of those tables were far apart, each in a corner.
In the northeast corner sat a burly, bearded man. Beside him was a round, cloth-wrapped bundle with a long handle sticking out—it looked like a Copper Hammer.
