At the entrance of the teahouse, a commotion arose. Dong Huiying looked toward the source of the noise and saw a group of people swaggering into the teahouse. "Tie Yi, your Shenglong Hall really doesn’t take us from the Fierce Tiger Sect seriously. Where’s Gold Respect? It was fine in the past, but now he’s clearly within the Golden Triangle and yet he’s avoiding us. What’s the meaning of this?" Tie Yi’s face was indifferent, "The Master has important matters to attend to!" In her heart, she thought, of course there were important matters. Shenglong Hall had only been established for two years and Yi Yan was foolish to think that with the Master away from the Golden Triangle, he could do whatever he wanted. How powerful was the Master? He had reach everywhere, and besides, she herself was a spy right here. With that thought, Tie Yi stole a glance at a corner of the teahouse and noticed a girl, whose appearance at first glance seemed enchanting and cold, staring intently at her. Her heart skipped a beat, then she felt something was odd. No, that’s not right... Was this girl really from Dayuan? She looked more like a woman from Dajin—delicate and weak, not bold at all. "So this is the sincerity of your Shenglong Hall? Sending just any Tom, Dick, or Harry to meet with me, hoping to discuss business with me, Chen Ahhu? Tie Yi, Tie Yi, your Shenglong Hall, I’m afraid you’ve overestimated yourselves this time." Tie Yi remained unmoved, angering Chen Ahhu to the point of grinding his teeth. Eventually, the two parted on bad terms, and the people in the teahouse were alarmed, afraid that a fight would break out and they’d get caught in the crossfire. But after today, it seemed that there would be more rumors about the discord between the Fierce Tiger Sect and Shenglong Hall. What no one knew was that just as Chen Ahhu left the teahouse, a beggar bumped into him. He was already furious and was about to draw his sword and kill the beggar to vent his anger, but when he saw the "slave" tattoo on the beggar’s wrist, he put away his sword and simply kicked the beggar away. Once back at the Fierce Tiger Sect, Chen Ahhu took out a letter from his bosom, which the beggar had slipped into his arms during the collision. He skimmed through the letter and his pupils shrank slightly... "Sister—!!!" Dong Huiying was unaware of the Fierce Tiger Sect’s affairs. She suspected that there was a great secret about Zhi Chen, a secret that was surely not simple. He didn’t tell her, probably because he didn’t want her to worry for him. In the following days, Zhi Chen seemed to notice her concerns and took her traveling around the Golden Triangle. But she couldn’t help but feel... was Zhi Chen taking her on some sort of "inspection tour" of their businesses? Teahouses, inns, restaurants, gambling dens, weapon shops—they almost visited everywhere in the Golden Triangle, and the rumors of discord between the Fierce Tiger Sect and Shenglong Hall grew more intense. Several days passed in this way. Then suddenly one day, when she woke up, the man who always accompanied her to sleep was nowhere to be seen. Her heart raced with anxiety, thinking he might have gone out for business, but she waited and waited; from morning to noon, from noon to evening, and still, she saw no sign of him. Now, she truly couldn’t sit still. She grabbed Lao Si and rushed out of the courtyard. Haoming glanced at her and his gaze fell on her hand, seeing her pale and delicate fingers tightly gripping his wrist, his ears turned slightly red, and then he subconsciously sniffed. It seemed like he might get a nosebleed again?