Speaking of events from a month ago, Long Ping'an still remembers vividly.
"A month ago, one night, my father came back covered in blood. When I saw him, he was already in bad shape, barely alive, severely injured. He handed his treasure sword to me and told me I must go to Yanjing. Beyond that, he said nothing..."
At the painful recollection, even the strong man Long Ping'an choked up a bit.
"What about the injuries on him? Can you tell what kind they are?"
"My father vomited a lot of blood at that time, had several sword wounds, and no other injuries."
Just sword wounds, which were too common, making it impossible to judge who was responsible.
"Why did he ask you to go to Yanjing? To find Wu Zui?"
"Yes."
"Do you know his precise address?"
Long Ping'an shook his head: "I don't know."
"Only a treasure sword and a letter?"
"Yes!"
Wu Jianguo sighed: "Searching for a needle in a haystack."
"No matter what, I must go. It's Dad's last wish."
