The table of Jianghu men chatted boisterously for a while before settling their bill and leaving the teahouse.
It seemed they wanted to hurry on their way, lest they miss the drama unfolding at the Flowing Cloud Sect.
After they left, the other two tables of people also began to settle their bills and depart one after another.
Lu Qing watched their retreating figures, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
After finishing two pots of tea and sweeping the steamed buns clean, Lu Qing and his companions rested for a while longer. Once their horses were well-fed and rested, they continued on their journey.
"Old Doctor Chen, I didn't expect the Flowing Cloud Sect to make such a big fuss."
Wei Zian commented in surprise from inside the carriage.
"Yes, I thought they would be frantic over the disappearance of their Young Sect Master, but instead, they've used this as a pretext to ratchet up the extortion and pillaging of other smaller forces," Ma Gu also sighed.