Gu Baichuan, who was drinking with Duan Chenzhou, had his back turned. When he heard the voice, he suddenly stiffened.
A bad feeling immediately washed over him.
"Wait a minute. So you called me over today... with a hidden agenda?"
Duan Chenzhou shook his head.
"My disciple's old home is just behind this street."
"I just have to look and listen a little to know perfectly well who lives around here and what goes on."
With that, the armless Martial Artist in purple silk robes glanced sideways at Ji Xiu.
"You killed the son of the Dragon Head of the Tiger and Leopard Hall?"
Ji Xiu froze for a moment, then felt a sense of reassurance.
"Yes. We were already at odds, and the situation forced my hand. I decided to strike and eliminate the threat for good!"
Duan Chenzhou nodded.
"Well done."
As he spoke, he ignored Gu Baichuan's face, which was flushing red with suppressed anger.
