"The Blind Tailor asked me to tell you to watch out for someone called the God of Slaughter." Li Xiu continued his guesswork, trying to pry information out of Jiang Linglan.
Upon hearing the words God of Slaughter, Jiang Linglan's body visibly trembled, and he exclaimed, "Is the God of Slaughter still alive? That's impossible! Where is he?"
"I don't know, I'm just passing a message. I don't even know who the God of Slaughter is." Li Xiu saw that Jiang Linglan actually knew the God of Slaughter, and hurriedly asked, "Who exactly is this God of Slaughter? Why do both Old Man Wu and the Blind Tailor seem so afraid of him?"
Now completely convinced by Li Xiu, Jiang Linglan sighed, "He is someone who should already be dead."
Saying this, Jiang Linglan looked at Li Xiu and asked, "Where did you meet Wu Xinglie and Zhang Ping?"
"City of Love." Li Xiu replied truthfully.
"City of Love? What's that place?" Jiang Linglan frowned, clearly having never heard of such a place.
