"Why do I feel... a bit uneasy?"
At the Hanging Gourd Medical Hall.
Lu Chuan had just sent off his last guest and returned to his seat, stabilizing himself and checking his own pulse—steady as ever.
But where was this sense of foreboding coming from?
"Could it be that Grand Elder Huang Quan isn't dead after all?"
That couldn't be right. Lu Chuan had already confirmed Huang Quan's aura—it was the kind of dead that couldn't be any deader. Lu Chuan had even burned his corpse to ashes, leaving not a speck behind. There was absolutely no chance of revival.
"So strange..."
Lu Chuan sighed lightly and stood up, intending to close the hall early. But as soon as he reached the front door, he spotted Yun Ji swaying her hips as she slowly approached alongside Fuxiang, taking deliberate steps. Lu Chuan's eyes immediately lit up.
"Yun Ji! And Fuxiang, why are you here?"
"Hmph, if we hadn't come, it seems like you would've completely forgotten about us, huh?"
