"Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Jin Zhihua, where is he?"
Upon seeing blood, Yang Ge's tone became even calmer.
So calm that it sent shivers down Nangong Feiying's spine!
He lamented in his heart that Yang Ge's attitude was exactly what they had anticipated... and the very last thing they wanted to see!
If only Yang Ge were willing to sit down and listen to them for a few moments, there might still be a way to delay matters.
But he wouldn't even sit; all their careful calculations were as inconsequential as a feather in a flood...
"Jin Zhihua is hiding in the Inviting Moon Pavilion, I'll lead you there!"
Resigning himself to his fate, Nangong Feiying turned his horse around and led Yang Ge out of the alley.
With a squeeze of his legs, Yang Ge followed Nangong Feiying, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves burst forth once more.
A hundred riders swept over the long street, as buildings and houses whizzed by like trees on the roadside...