Near the central hall of the ancient academy, still in that vintage-styled room.
Several quiet burning stoves surrounded the room, providing a comfortable temperature within.
The same three men and one woman sat inside.
The man in coarse linen sat at the head, quietly listening to the other two's discussion.
"These past two days, the Huai River Pier truly hasn't been peaceful," the slender man in brocade softly spoke, "The Hong family suffered great losses this time."
"Hehe," the slightly heroic woman smiled, "Two Condensed Essence Third Rank, two Condensed Essence First Rank. Not counting the Qingzhu Gang's peripheral forces, truly a painful loss."
"That scar-faced man, where does he come from, where is he hiding, is there any news?" the youth in linen softly asked from the head seat.
