Just after the troop passed Anle Lane, Lu Qian received intelligence from the hawk messenger. “Huh? A distant cousin’s wife, bringing along a distant nephew to seek refuge?”
Lu Qian trembled slightly as he held the small paper slip in his hand and burst into loud laughter. “The Bai family’s relatives, what kind of luck are they having? First, a distant niece loses both parents and comes to seek them out, and now this…”
Suddenly, Lu Qian’s laughter stopped.
He looked at Lu Tai softly and said, “Behind Bai Changkong, there... must be someone, right?”
He recounted to Lu Tai the incident from last month, how a fire broke out at Bai Changkong’s Lantian Garden and a few women with extremely formidable skills had appeared.
Lu Tai’s eyes flickered, and he smiled leisurely, “This plot thickens. Women? Hmm, whether it’s Buddhism, Daoism, or demonic paths, there are sects led by women, but ones that operate so secretly… let’s go ask Senior Brother Shi E and the others.”
The Bai family’s Lantian Garden.
That night, beneath the small building that was burned down, at the deep corridor’s end, a beautiful woman dressed in a silk gown frowned slightly, looking at the underground grand hall that was originally exquisitely decorated with rosewood but now half-filled with construction debris.