Song Changming recognized the voice as that of Liu Ziwen, who had previously brought him Flowing Gold Ginseng.
Meanwhile, inside and outside of the Liu Residence, many of Liu Dingsheng's subordinates rushed toward the outer courtyard.
Under the cover of night, the clash of weapons and sounds of slaughter were unceasing.
"Senior, this must be the third time this year," Song Changming said helplessly.
Liu Dingsheng was indifferent, taking it as a matter of course: "The more people you kill, the more enemies you make. You think you've uprooted them, but in reality, you can't avoid the occasional slip. Who knows where you've left a tail, waiting years to come back seeking revenge."
"That's the way of the Jianghu—fighting and killing, a cycle that repeats. If you don't want to be killed, you have to be stronger than your enemies and understand survival better..."
