The skinny horse seemed certain that Wang Anfeng wouldn't dare do anything to it in public, so it was somewhat smug, almost frolicking. But it became obedient only when Wang Anfeng expressionlessly placed a dagger at its neck, obediently carrying him to the location agreed upon with the caravan. The caravan was already waiting on one side outside Liangzhou City, with about seventy to eighty percent of the people already there. Various goods, wines, silks, and porcelains piled high on the vehicles, and although the horses pulling the carts were low-sized nags, the sheer number of carts lined up seemed like a long dragon, attracting the side glances of passersby. However, there were many tall martial artists here, wearing sharp weapons, so people didn't dare to stare too much, lest they invite curses. At the front of the caravan sat a tall man, about forty years old. At this age, ordinary people had passed their peak, their spirit and vigor beginning to decline. But this person was clearly an exception, his eyes gleaming with a bright light, a saber — in fact, it should be called a horse slaying saber — sheathed at his waist. Even hidden in the scabbard, Wang Anfeng could feel the lingering smell of blood. It's clear that many vengeful spirits were entangled with this fierce weapon. This was one of the leaders heading to the Western regions, named Zhou Chao. It was said that he started venturing to the Western regions at sixteen, has been doing it for 30 years now, with rich experience and many old friends abroad. His martial arts were exemplary, renowned as a seventh rank martial artist in Jianghu. If not for his slightly advanced age and weakened essence blood, he certainly had a chance of leaping to Longmen, becoming one of those highly skilled masters. These were the rumors circulating around Liangzhou City, and the person before indeed looked like such an experienced martial artist, with thick calluses on his hands, clearly skillful with a blade. But Wang Anfeng could discern that Leader Zhou was hiding much more; he had already leaped over Longmen as a sixth rank martial artist, and this wasn't something recent. Zhou Chao, seeing Wang Anfeng approaching, set down what was in his hands, greeted him with laughter: "Arriving early can't beat arriving at the right time, you're right on time." Wang Anfeng nodded, adhering to the style of Mad Blade, briefly saying: Zhou Chao didn't mind, observing Wang Anfeng's steed. Latest content published on novel·fıre·net The horse, threatened by Wang Anfeng earlier on the road, now looked somewhat listless, appearing as a common poor horse in Zhou Chao's eyes, somewhat disdainfully. Then, seeing Wang Anfeng without any goods, he asked curiously: "Brother, aren't you bringing any goods overseas?" Wang Anfeng had already prepared a response, shook a few porcelain bottles taken from his bosom: "Western regions dragon bone grass, heartbreak flower, can all be used in medicines; it's hard to preserve in the Central Plains, so I must go to the Western regions." Zhou Chao's face showed a sudden understanding, he smiled: "Younger brother, find a place to settle first, in a moment, we'll leave." Li Hu has been in quite a good mood lately, this good mood started yesterday — no, the day before — since seeing that guy claiming to be from the Ministry of Punishment, Yan Ling, leave Liangzhou City, finally removing the heavy burden from his heart. This grandpa is finally gone. Truly had rotten luck... Back at the Mid-Autumn wine gathering, he only wanted to pick out a fat sheep to make some profit, buy a pearl hairpin, find an old acquaintance to relieve his desires, but unexpectedly provoked such a formidable figure. Attempted robbery ended up with getting caught, dragged to blind old Wu's place, even offending the latter mightily, and returned home truly frightened, not daring to go out for days. But recently heard that blind old Wu had restrained much...don't know if it's because he's been taken by the Ministry of Punishment's people. It's said some passing by smelled a bloody scent, frightened them greatly. Lost in thoughts, unknowingly walked into the alley where blind old Wu used to be, thought a bit, gathered courage, walked down, peeked inside, momentarily stunned. The gambling den closed for half a month was still bustling, no... even more lively than before. Remembering rumors about deaths here, Li Hu couldn't help but feel nervous. It was at this moment, the door suddenly pulled open from inside, Li Hu stumbled inside, someone caught him preventing a fall, quickly stood firm, looked up, it was the gambling den steward, Song Laoliu, face changed, turned around to leave. Song Laoliu raised a hand to grab his arm, smiled: "Master Hu, why leave upon seeing me? Think I'm a ghost?" Li Hu's lips trembled, having offended the steward quite much being coerced by 'Yan Ling', yet couldn't fathom the strength of the thin steward today, surprisingly couldn't break free, dragged inside the gambling den. Inside, Li Hu was momentarily stunned, only then noticing that originally chaotic place was still messy, but seemingly expanded, more gamblers instead. As for prior exotic decorations, none visible, looked cleaner, Li Hu confused, suddenly noticed a dragon-snake-like pattern in a hidden spot, was about to go over to examine it closely, felt a pat on his shoulder, gave him a scare. Turned around, found it was Song Laoliu, now smiling at him, just as Li Hu was about to awkwardly explain he wasn't there to gamble for lack of money, Song Laoliu proactively handed something over, Li Hu took it, only to find several shimmering silver beans, puzzled, a voice sounded: "Today this den reopens, for everyone to truly enjoy, each day everyone can receive gambling funds, for a whole month, daily..." "Of course, you can't take the silver and leave." This voice was old and hoarse, very familiar, it was blind old Wu. Li Hu's eyes widened, breathing became as heavy as all the gamblers there, looked at the silver in his hand, gritted teeth, turned around rushing to a table, loudly shouted, mixed into the chaotic crowd, indistinguishable. At the original spot. Gambling den steward 'Song Laoliu' showed a secretive smile at the corner of his mouth, tidied his cuffs. PS: Today's second update offered... three thousand six hundred words. Li Hu was the one appearing when Xi Ming planned to rob Wang Anfeng, appearing in this volume's seventieth chapter.