Zhang Han Cheng didn't even go to inspect the scene; he knew that Sword Cultivators had an unusually keen intuition for potential dangers, especially someone like Hou Niao.
He calmed his mind and was simply waiting for the battle.
Three days later, Zhang Han Cheng stepped out of the inn, strolling leisurely, just like any other sightseers on the street, walking up and down the bustling roads. Even as the warm sunlight caressed and the fragrance of flowers penetrated one's heart and lungs, the vivid colors all around could not suppress the murderous intent in his heart.
He was a born assassin, who took the most pleasure in crafting his tales amid others' joy and leisure. It was for this very reason that he had been expelled from the Quanzhen Sect. He was not as unlucky as Hou Niao; although he had been expelled, his skills weren't revoked. Apart from the prohibition against passing them on to others, it didn't hinder him in any way.
