Because he had had a conflict with Hong Feibai before, he didn't want to approach him for a meeting; he only intended to follow behind and escort him up the mountain as a way of repaying a human sentiment. In the future, if they met on opposite sides in the Jianghu, there would be no need for hesitation or mercy in their hearts if combat arose.
Hong Feibai let out a long, drawn-out howl that lasted the duration it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Previously, those who were out of curiosity about the commotion here simply pretended they were deaf, passing by on the official road without looking around, not daring to get involved in the excitement.
Wang Anfeng stood in front of the carriage, watching Hong Feibai, who looked distraught, walked a couple of steps toward him, then turned back to pick up the fragments of the broken Jade Plaque on the ground, wrapped them up, and carried them on his back. Only then did he stand up and start walking over, his steps somewhat unsteady.