"They aren't Da Qi People... they aren't Da Qi People at all," Li Huowang's face revealed a hint of melancholy; his previous energy and spirit were completely gone.
Upon hearing Li Huowang's words, Chan Du, who stood beside him, showed a look of understanding. "I see." After a moment of thought, he clasped his hands together and said to Li Huowang, "Benefactor Li, you seem to know where they come from? Have you had dealings with them in the past?"
Li Huowang nodded but said nothing more. He sat on the ground, lost in thought for a long time.
I had always wanted to know their identities, but now that I've figured it out, I wish I never knew the answer.
Chen Yurong, standing to the side, couldn't help but ask, "Immortal, what should we do next?"
Filled with a mix of complex emotions, Li Huowang raised his head. After a moment's daze, his unfocused gaze sharpened. "What else can we do? We have to find that sword. I must go back! I must ask him to his face!"
