"Hmm?"
When Hu Ma heard the State Preceptor's words, he felt many things spiraling out of control.
The worst thing he feared had happened.
He had warned Miss White Wine when he first saw her in Shangjing City that the city was full of experts from the Ten Surnames and extremely dangerous.
Unfortunately, Miss White Wine never heeded advice, and he couldn't force her. Now, guessing she was undoubtedly in danger, how could he not be worried?
Yet, as the pressure in his heart suddenly increased, his mind cleared slightly, as if even the violent resentment from the Meng Family Ancestor had somewhat weakened. Suddenly, he sensed an inexplicable aura. He quickly turned his head and saw a flurry of paper money drifting like snow in the distance.
In the deep night, within the deathly silent Shangjing City, the sight seemed particularly lively and grand.
"Damn…" He couldn't help but be stunned. "Why so brazen?"
