"Brother Li, until we meet again!"
"Safe travels!"
"Take care!"
Amid the enthusiastic farewells from the bodyguards, Li Huowang and his companions departed from the Longteng Escort Agency.
As he watched them gradually disappear into the distance, the smile on Wang Chengxing's face slowly faded. He turned to Escort Leader Zhao at his side.
"Master, I wonder if you saw the sword on that man's back? That sword is something else; it feels heavy with murderous intent."
Frowning slightly, Zhao Qin nodded. "Nonsense. You think I needed you to point that out? Of course I know. I know the origin of that sword—it's General Zixiong's personal sword."
"What? General Zixiong's personal sword? Then why haven't you done anything for the past half-month?"
"Done anything? What would you have me do?" Zhao Qin asked, turning his head toward Wang Chengxing.
"Should I steal his sword? Or ask around about its origins? Or perhaps secretly report him?"
