"Very well, I’ll be right there!" He rushed out of the inn and mounted his horse. Not long after, a young beggar edged closer to Su Lang, "Eldest Brother, look quickly, that’s the carriage!" The carriage was parked outside a restaurant, and Su Lang snorted coldly before storming into the establishment. Inside the restaurant, Aunt Zhao was using a pair of chopsticks to serve He Su some dishes. He Su could not swallow her food. Aunt Zhao frowned and then persuaded, "Owner, you really should eat something, or your body may not hold up." He Su weakly gestured with her hand, "Aunt Zhao, I really can’t eat." Seeing her , Aunt Zhao felt even more certain that what she was doing was right! Phoenix Blood was like a malignant tumor growing in the Owner’s heart; the Owner had too deep of feelings for that person, and that ungrateful person dared to trample on the Owner’s sentiments repeatedly? Better a brief pain than a prolonged one; right now, she could only hope that the Owner would recover her spirits soon. Suddenly, a thunk, a Longsword was laid on the table. Aunt Zhao’s brows creased slightly; she lifted her eyes to the newcomer and saw a youthful face that appeared quite childlike. The youth, with narrowed eyes, asked ominously, "The two of you, are you surnamed He?" Aunt Zhao instinctively glanced at He Su and, suspecting the visitor might harbor ill intentions, denied it on the spot. "No, young master, you must have mistaken us for someone else!" But Su Lang had a wilful and irrepressible nature; he was like a runaway wild horse that no one but the Master could control. "Mistaken?" He sized Aunt Zhao up and down for a long moment before suddenly grabbing her collar and flinging her across the room. Aunt Zhao had wanted to resist, but she discovered that Su Lang’s grip was incredibly strong. Su Lang shattered the table with one palm, then coldly glared at Aunt Zhao—this was intimidation! Aunt Zhao had not initially regarded Su Lang as a threat, but his display of strength truly shocked her. Then, Su Lang turned to He Su, "Around twenty-something years old, dressed in white, with a lovely appearance... good, it seems you must be He Su. Speak, where is Phoenix Blood!" He Su pursed her lips, thinking to herself that this youth bore the air of a rivers and lakes wanderer and didn’t seem to be a good person, not to mention his fierce and ominous face; she had no idea what grudge he held against Phoenix Blood... "I don’t know." He Su turned her face away. He Su thought that he might be an enemy of Phoenix Blood’s and wanted to protect Phoenix Blood, but things did not go as she wished. Aunt Zhao got smart and began to spill the beans as if pouring out beans, "I don’t care what grudge you have with Phoenix Blood, but he’s already gone; he’s not with us! Every debt has its debtor; why involve innocent bystanders in your feud!" Su Lang was taken aback for a moment at these words. Could it be that in their eyes, he really seemed like a bad person? Nevermind, since he was indeed bad, it didn’t matter if he was misunderstood. "Come here," he beckoned to Aunt Zhao with a gesture. He Su flew into a rage, "Aunt Zhao!" She wanted to stop her, but Aunt Zhao ignored He Su and cautiously walked towards Su Lang. Under Su Lang’s interrogation, Aunt Zhao embellished the story and slandered Phoenix Blood without mentioning how they had abandoned the unconscious Phoenix Blood; instead, she claimed that upon regaining consciousness, Phoenix Blood had robbed them of their horse and fled. Su Lang was half-convinced. Aunt Zhao said, "If you don’t believe me, you can send someone up the mountain to look!" Su Lang snorted, "Take them away!" Although Phoenix Blood was gone, the Master was waiting for him to report back. Regardless, he had to get He Su and the other person under control first.