The White-faced Saber Guest put down his wine cup, his piercing eyes fixed on Luo Feng's departing figure, a faint smile playing on his lips.
It seems my luck is better than Yuan Xinglie's.
Azure Cloud Marquis had ordered Luo Feng crippled. The White-faced Saber Guest, not wanting Yuan Xinglie to monopolize the credit, had come all the way from the Imperial City.
He had originally planned to inquire about Luo Feng's whereabouts in Coldwater City but hadn't expected to encounter him here.
"Waiter, the bill!"
The White-faced Saber Guest rose, placing a silver ingot on the table.
The waiter hurried over to collect payment for the food and wine. Seeing the White-faced Saber Guest's elegant attire, he asked warmly, "Sir, where are you heading? Do you need a room for the night?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't. Those who talk too much usually don't live long..."
The White-faced Saber Guest glanced at the waiter.
"Yes! Yes!"
