Zhou Qing looked at the messy room, his eyes dark, "You just fought with him, can you determine who his master is?"
There are many sects in the martial world. Leng Moyan took over Hongmen, but his kung fu is not Hongmen's style.
Unable to find any information about Leng Moyan, the only way is to investigate through the kung fu sects.
Azhong tried hard to suppress his hostility and began to recall the moves.
Actually, they exchanged only a few moves. Clearly, Leng Moyan was more probing than serious, not using his killing moves.
He said, "I can't think of it for now, but I've memorized his moves. I'll check and see if there are any clues when I get back."
Zhou Qing hummed in response, not in a hurry, and let Azhong leave.
A small servant and maid came to tidy up the study. Zhou Qing stood in front of the broken window, suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
His gaze was cold and sinister, even his smile carried a chill.
