Chapter 63: Popular

Qiuming Cottage

A man sat silently in the corner, no one paid any attention to him. Occasionally, someone glanced at him and he quickly looked away. He didn't care, but just drank by himself and entertained himself.

Just three steps away, people were chatting animatedly and compliments were exchanged.

"Congratulations, Hall Master He. The next time we meet, you will definitely be promoted to the Xuanzhao stage."

The man standing in the center of the crowd couldn't hide his smile, and said politely, "Hahaha, no, no, Brother Gao has great potential. Sooner or later, he will be able to enter the Xuanzhao period."

The drinking man said slowly: "It's quite amusing to see idiots bragging about each other. The ancients were not wrong."

There was silence over there for a moment, then it quickly became lively again, as if no one had heard anything. Only He Yingping's expression turned cold. He turned around and looked: "Headmaster, what do you mean?"

He didn't even glance at it, musing over the words: "As the ancients said, finding one's place is one of life's greatest joys. This joy is something we enjoy hearing and seeing."

He Yingping was so angry that his face turned red. Everyone quietly moved away a few steps. They were not the head of the He Hall, who had a good brother to protect him.

At this moment, someone suddenly rushed in and said, "Master, this is not good."

When He Yingping saw that it was one of his men, his already bad mood became even worse. He sent a stream of spiritual energy directly towards him: "Why are you saying such unlucky words on such a good day!"

The man swallowed a mouthful of blood and continued, "The young hall master is missing."

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the ordinary people in the small building attending the banquet, then turned around and cursed impatiently: "If you don't want to see me, then don't see me. Why are you so anxious?"

He knew his brother best. He must be trying to be a hero and save the beauty to win her favor, so why bother about so many things?

The man shook his head in panic: "No, even the guards have lost contact."

When He Yingping heard this, his right eye twitched and he felt uneasy. Suddenly, the red rope tied on his left hand broke. His face changed completely. The rope was inductively connected to his brother's body, so something must have happened!

Seeing He Yingping anxiously leaving, the man who was drinking took a sip of wine and said seriously, "I am glad to hear this."

Ann Street

Master and Han Yueshan wandered around outside and didn't dare to go in. The guards here were much stricter than those in the trading house, and the ordinary people who could live here were much more noble than the outer sect and outer hall disciples of the trading house.

Han Yueshan was so anxious that his mouth was about to blister. Fortunately, at this moment, someone suddenly came out from inside. He looked closely and it was Yu Han!

He quietly popped his head out and waved at him.

Yu Han was startled and gestured to him, and the three of them met on another street.

Han Yueshan held his hand tightly: "Xiao Yu."

"Shut up, every time you call me like that, something bad happens." After he said that, he remembered that Master Wen was also present, and smiled awkwardly.

Unexpectedly, Master Wen actually held his other hand: "Xiao Yu, can this old man ask you for a favor?"

Yu Han wanted to escape. His superior had a good relationship with Master Wen. He remembered him saying that if Master Wen called himself "old man" or "old man", it would definitely be bad - either he was guilty or had bad intentions.

But he couldn't run, because he also had something to say.

He gave a dry laugh, and adhering to the principle of seniority, he said, "Master Wen, you go ahead."

"A Zi is missing, and Xi Jing hasn't been seen either. Can you help us find out more about her? I promise I won't take action directly after you find out and cause you trouble."

Yu Han breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could smile or speak, his expression froze. Wait! Miss Tao is missing?

After thinking for a while, he decided to tell her about Xi Jing first.

Not long after, they were sitting in the room, and Xi Jing, who had recovered, recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

Han Yueshan didn't care about the mysterious man at all. He was still thinking about his missing senior sister. Instead, it was his master who asked, "The one seeking revenge?"

"Yes." Xi Jing nodded.

The master sat there thoughtfully, his furrowed brows relaxing a little.

Yu Han was restless. He knew that he should go and inquire about Tao Zi's whereabouts. However, if his inquiry about Anjie was discovered, the consequences would definitely be more serious than inquiring about the Xingfang.

If Miss Tao is really trapped by He Ying'an, and he finds out, they will take action and he will definitely be suspected. At that time, it is possible that even the people above him will not be able to protect him.

But if I don't help, I will feel guilty.

Just when he was struggling, someone knocked on the door again. When he opened the door, he saw it was his subordinates and Tao Zi.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he was truly relieved.

Han Yueshan rushed over and asked worriedly, "Big Sister, where have you been? Did anything happen?"

Tao Zi smiled awkwardly and said, "I accidentally got lost on An Street."

The master's mouth twitched. He had never expected this reason. It was strange but also seemed understandable.

After discussing it, the few of them felt that leaving Xujia City directly would be a bit conspicuous, so they decided to sleep here for one night and see what the situation would be like tomorrow.

While they were sleeping peacefully, He Yingping was furious outside the city.

"You mean to say that this extremely anxious person is my brother?"

The person in front of him lowered his head as low as possible and dared not respond.

He Yingping bent down and carried his brother out, his eyes bloodshot: "Don't let me know who did it!"

When he rushed back, all the people in the outer hall were called over and stood in the lobby, motionless, except for someone who was still drinking.

He Yingping looked at him grimly and said, "Headmaster, this matter must be someone targeting us. Don't you want to express your opinion?"

He looked at him with a smile and said, "Your treasure is his trash."

After losing his beloved brother, He Yingping lost control of his temper and angrily said, "Yan, it's already this hour and you're still spouting this nonsense! You think I dare not touch you, right?"

"Don't understand? It's time for your brother to tell you to read more."

The headmaster sighed deeply and continued, "What I mean is, your brother is nothing but trash in the eyes of others. If they want to target him, they should at least start with you. Starting with your brother? Huh, what a waste of energy."

"Yan Wenxuan!"

The chief hall master put away his original expression and stared at him indifferently. The pressure of the heart-beating period spread in the hall. Many people knelt down with a plop. Even He Yingping turned pale and knelt down involuntarily.

Yan Wenxuan stood up and walked over to He Yingping, pouring the wine from the wine bag on his head: "He Yingping, have you forgotten why I was banished to the outer hall? I don't mind killing my own people again."

He Yingping's face turned pale and he didn't dare to say anything.

The head hall master casually placed the wine bag on the table and said, "This is a private matter, I won't get involved. Oh, and remember to fill it up for me now that the wine is gone."