"Once you pay the death money, you have seven days to take your target's life."
"If you can't, then you lose face."
"If it were an ordinary person, it wouldn't be so bad. Losing face would just mean leaving the jianghu, perhaps returning under a different name after a few years. But you can't do that!"
"You paid the death money as a sword capturer of the Hu Family. If you can't take the life, it's the Hu Family's face that's lost, it's the face of Zhensui Mansion! Do you realize how serious this is?"
"But now, with the deadline looming, you're actually doing nothing but sharpening your blade?"
Old Man Calculation truly couldn't bear it anymore. By the time they had arrived in Guazhou City, five and a half days had already passed since the death money was paid. In this last day and a half, there were countless things to be done, yet Hu Ma seemed to have completely idled.
