These words were spoken with force, resounding like a bell dropped on the ground.

A pair of clear eyes belonging to Gentle looked at Chu Qing, and Chu Qing understood her meaning, gently shaking his head.

This person was definitely not arranged by him.

After these words, a long silence overtook the small guesthouse hall.

The supporter of the Mirror of Sin turned red in the face, tangled up for a moment before sitting down helplessly, unable to refute.

Meanwhile, the informant continued:

"Following this incident, the two heroes Han San and Han Si, somehow tracked down the Mirror of Sin’s outpost and exterminated it!

"And in front of the outpost, they left a stone carving with the words ’Here, Han San and Han Si exterminated the Mirror of Sin’s outpost.’

With that, he finished his speech.

Afterwards, discussions began to arise in the hall, with some people saying that the Mirror of Sin was just seeking fame and extolling ’no good people in front of the Mirror of Sin’ when in reality, they killed by making excuses, some even falsely accusing others of crimes.

But there were still those who supported them, leading to further discussion between the sides.

Chu Qing and Gentle did not participate; once they finished their meal, they went back to their room to rest.

This guesthouse was not like those in previous towns; business was so good today that there were few empty rooms, so the two of them had to share one room.

Since the day they wiped out the Mirror of Sin’s outpost, ten days had passed.

The previous person said the news came out seven days ago, but in truth, there were three days unaccounted for in between.

After leaving the Mirror of Sin’s outpost that day, Chu Qing and Gentle headed straight for Ghost God Gorge.

On the way, they erased their tracks; Chu Qing resumed his disguise as the third young master, while Gentle felt dressing as a man suited her better for traveling in the Martial World, so Chu Qing helped her with an additional disguise.

Removing the boldness and adding an air of elegance, like the young master of a wealthy family.

Just a bit shorter... Han San and Han Si were temporarily absent from the Martial World.

So to outsiders, they were just two young masters traveling together; sharing a room was not a big deal.

Chu Qing and Gentle didn’t find it problematic either; they traveled together, weathering all kinds of conditions.

Just whether there was a roof over their heads, or they slept under the open sky.

Back in the room, Gentle propped up the window.

This small guesthouse had hinged windows; the lower part could be opened and closed, while the upper part was connected to the frame. If you pushed the lower part, the window would open but fall back down when you released it, so a wooden stick was needed to prop the window open.

The inner side of the lower part had a bolt to lock the window from the inside.

Gentle leaned on the windowsill, watching the snow falling outside:

"I wonder how long this snow is going to last?"

"The first snow usually doesn’t last long."

Chu Qing sat by the table, pouring himself a cup of tea: "About ten days’ journey from Ghost God Gorge, and now within the Iron Blood Hall’s territory, chaos is already present. Three of the seventeen cities have already been lost, suggesting that Tie Lingyun’s methods are indeed exceptional.

"Also, it’s uncertain what the situation is now at Ghost God Gorge."

Gentle turned to look at Chu Qing:

"Third Brother, there are still observant people in this Martial World."

"Hmm?"

Chu Qing thought for a moment and understood she was referring to the person at the guesthouse earlier.

He chuckled lightly:

"The Mirror of Sin’s actions have always been the kind that couldn’t be hidden for long.

"For years, no one dared expose them, simply because they didn’t want to offend such a pervasive assassin organization.

"Perhaps, if a spark of resistance appears, it could grow into a blazing wildfire."

Gentle nodded slightly.

Chu Qing then smiled and said:

"Let’s get some rest; I’ll meditate here."

"Alright."

Gentle lay down on the bed, fully clothed.

Chu Qing closed his eyes to meditate, not to be interrupted...

Time swiftly passed to midnight, and the snow outside not only didn’t cease but seemed to get heavier.

Chu Qing suddenly opened his eyes, not because of the snow outside.

But because someone had arrived in front of the guesthouse.

Judging from the breathing he heard, the person was injured.

Chu Qing went to the window; the propped-up window hadn’t fallen, so he looked outside and was slightly taken aback:

"Is it him?"

The leader of the Cross-sword Five Tigers, subdued by Nianxin Nian’an:

"If I’m not mistaken, it seems to be Sword-bearing Tiger Lv Zhi?"

Chu Qing was somewhat surprised; Nianxin Nian’an were no ordinary persons, and to this day, Chu Qing wasn’t sure where Bodhi Temple was.

Perhaps Wen Fusheng, Sun Xiaoxiang, and those in their group knew.

But he had forgotten to ask at that time.

How could Lv Zhi, in the company of Nianxin Nian’an, be injured so gravely?

Where were the other four tigers?

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Lv Zhi had already collapsed at the guesthouse door, using the hilt of his sword to barely manage a knock.

It was likely the hostler had already gone to bed, and the guesthouse door remained closed.

After a while, Chu Qing finally heard the grumbling of the hostler as he went to open the door, followed by a startled cry:

"Dying here, where did this bringer of death come from?

"If you’re going to die, you can’t die in front of our little inn."

After speaking, he closed the door again.

Lv Zhi was too injured to stop him, and could only watch as the door was shut tightly, his breath becoming weaker.

On the verge of dying, he heard the sound of footsteps on the snow, and when he looked up, he saw a cyan-robed swordsman standing before him.

Before he could discern whether the approacher was friend or foe, he lost consciousness.

When he awoke again, the icy cold had vanished, and his mouth and throat felt dry.

He wanted to speak but couldn’t make a sound.

"Awake?"

A voice came near as he saw a fair and handsome, but indifferent-faced cyan-robed man approach, extend a hand to pull him up, and hand him a bowl of warm water.

With his throat moistened by the water, Lv Zhi finally felt alive again.