Bafang City.
The Ya Mansion.
Not far away, inside a restaurant.
Wo Shentao sat by the window, turning his head to glance in the direction of the Ya Mansion's main gate.
Opposite him sat an unfamiliar old man, who seed to be around seventy years old.
"That's the situation. The person has already entered the Ya Mansion, and they might have escaped through the back door or secret passage, or they might still be inside."
"What do you plan to do next?" Wo Shentao said calmly.
Liang Song entered the Ya Mansion, so he couldn't follow.
The Ya Army's strength is formidable; years ago, they had already reached the Bone Marrow Refining Realm.
Even the Senluo Temple wouldn't want to provoke a strong person of the Bone Marrow Refining Realm casually.
"Alright, I'll leave the matter of Ge Bing to you."
"My father has so connections with the Ya Army. I'll send a note later and personally ask to see if we can find out so information about the other party."
The old man took a sip of tea and spoke casually.
He was Ge Bing's father; upon receiving the notification, he rushed over personally.
Among his sons, Ge Bing was the most promising. Ge Wuning was very concerned about threats to his son.
Liang Song wanting Ge Bing dead was no different from wanting his death.
"Could the one who tried to assassinate Ge Bing be soone you once offended?" Wo Shentao glanced at him and asked.
In their exchange just now, when Ge Wuning learned from the limping reaction of the person who tried to assassinate his son, it seed that Ge Wuning recognized him.
"He resembles an old enemy of mine. Whether it truly is him, I will only know after I et them." Ge Wuning chuckled lightly.
If the one who attempted to assassinate his son was indeed that person from back then, then there was nothing to worry about.
Just a lone wolf with no background or helpers, completely not a threat given the power of the Senluo Temple.
As for Liang Song.
After entering the Ya Mansion, he chatted with the Ya Army about old tis and then left through the back door.
Where he went, no one knew.
Twelve days passed in a flash.
Lin Zheyu, upon hearing about Liang Song's master, specially waited at the Tianxiang Tower for a few days, but unfortunately, did not encounter Liang Song.
The twenty runners he hired also did not spot Liang Song in any other teahouses in the city.
After suddenly showing up that day, Liang Song disappeared just as suddenly.
After all, after plotting in secret for over a decade, Liang Song had prepared many plans. Although he acted impulsively at tis, it wasn't a big issue.
A decade went by, so it wouldn't hurt to be more patient a while longer.
In an unknown teahouse in Bafang City.
A plain-looking old man in green sat by the window, silently drinking and listening to stories.
A young man passed by him inadvertently, a hint of disappointnt flashing on his face, muttering, "It's not him."
The old man glanced at him, an enigmatic smile appearing on his face.
That young man, he had seen many tis in different teahouses, at different tis.
"Specifically looking for in teahouses, very familiar with , could the Ya Army have betrayed ?"
"Impossible. I t the Ya Army under a different guise; he wouldn't know I like listening to stories in teahouses."
"Is it that youngster Lin Zheyu?"
Liang Song remained calm, silently pondering.
He had heard about the chaos in Songyi City being overrun, and Han Mo, as the city guard Centurion, couldn't leave.
As a mber of the Feihong Gang, Lin Zheyu could co to Bafang City with them.
Not many people knew of his fondness for listening to stories; only those old friends from Songyi City knew.
Among those old friends, the only ones who would want to find him are Lin Zheyu and Han Mo, and a few apprentices of his who have long since lost contact.
"But how did that youngster know I'm also in Bafang City?"
Liang Song found it sowhat strange.
He deliberately didn't bring Lin Zheyu because he didn't want him dragged into his affairs.
Liang Song glanced at that young man, drank the remaining liquor, then stood up silently and followed from a distance behind the young man as he left.
Throughout, there was no sign of limp in his steps.
The scorching sunlight poured down, causing the floor paved with blue stones to steam with hot air.
In the courtyard, a strong dicinal scent wafted through the air.
Lin Zheyu was exercising hard, his body drenched in sweat like rain.
For a long ti,
he exhaled a long breath and stopped.
[The Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence]
Na: Lin Zheyu
Source Power: 5
Skills:
Gale Slash (Perfection)
Golden Swan Skill (Ninth Layer 100%)
Turtle Breath Skill (Third Layer 100%)
"I've accumulated five units of Source Power again, but unfortunately, I haven't found a suitable Body Refining Technique to improve."
Lin Zheyu looked at the data in his mind and thought to himself.
Over the past dozen days, not only did he not find Liang Song, but he also didn't find any suitable Body Refining Technique in the black market.
Finding a Body Refining Technique is quite difficult.
"Tonight, the black market opens again. Hopefully, it won't be a fruitless trip." Lin Zheyu sighed.
He rested for a while, then stood up and went to the corner where the dicinal soup was being brewed.
The dicinal soup was nearly ready; he waited a few more minutes and poured out the finished herbal soup.
Knock knock.
Knock knock knock.
"Mr. Lin, Mother asked to call you over for dinner."
Han Tianshun's voice ca from outside the courtyard.
Whenever Lin Zheyu returned, Sister-in-law always had soone call Lin Zheyu to join for dinner.
They believed that Lin Zheyu, being a grown man, wouldn't cook for himself, and surely couldn't eat out every day.
"Alright, I'll be right over," Lin Zheyu responded cheerfully.
He waited for the dicinal soup to cool a bit, drank it down, then headed out to his sister-in-law's house.
...
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Outside the house.
The gentle breeze blew, a large dark cloud covered the scorching sun, as if it was about to rain.
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