He paused, his eyes filled with helplessness. "Maolin is the Hall Master's only son. The Flying Horse Thieves knew that perfectly. They knew that for his son's sake, the Hall Master would sell everything he owns to gather the ransom..."
Yang Jing's eyes narrowed slightly.
'The Flying Horse Thieves have been running rampant in Yuhe County for so long. There's no way there isn't an inside man in the city.'
'Someone must have been watching the Liu Family Medical Hall the moment Hall Master Liu returned, checking to see if he reported it to the authorities or notified the Sun's Martial Arts Hall.'
As they spoke, the three of them reached the door of the main house in the inner courtyard. From inside, they could faintly hear a suppressed cough. It had to be Hall Master Liu, recuperating from his injuries.
A cold wind swept fallen leaves across the veranda, carrying a bone-chilling draft. Standing at the door, Yang Jing felt his heart grow heavy.
