"Has the official seen Zhao Xiyan?" Shen Lang lowered his voice, "How about we give him a little push down the river and finish off the Zhao..."
He made a gesture of slaughter, his eyes revealing a fierce gleam, truly terrifying.
Shen Gong snorted lightly.
"Since he seeks death himself, I shall grant him this opportunity and first avenge the murder of my son."
"Yes, sir," Shen Lang bowed respectfully and withdrew, "I shall make the preparations right away."
Three days later, Qi Yue and her companions arrived at the foot of Youyun Mountain.
There was a branch of Rishengchang here, which covered a large area and was very serene.
This was Huang Zai'an's suggestion, saying that although the journey had been comfortable, they ought to rest a bit before climbing the mountain.
This advice quite suited Qi Yue's plans.
This time, she had specifically prepared many things for Shen Yu, Zhao Yongzhe, and the others, which needed to be taken out in advance.
