Wang Anfeng memorized the map of Rong Yue City in his mind. He didn't know where Mr. Ying got this map, but its detail was no less than the one in Wuxin's hands, marked with a red line describing Qiong Qi's path.
Shortly after walking, the distant sound of horse hooves could faintly be heard.
Wang Anfeng slightly nodded at Xue Qinshuang, and the latter understood, stepping aside for several paces. Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, and walked forward alone as the sound of horse hooves drew nearer.
Up ahead was the convergence of streets wide enough to hold five carriages side by side. However, at this noon hour, there were practically no passersby, giving the scene an air of desolation.
On the oblique left side was an extremely large and luxurious courtyard, guarded by two stone lions at the door. Servants were already standing outside to welcome guests, lining up two by two, all young and beautiful women. The two further out were holding swords, appearing valiant and imposing.
