Inside the carriage, Li Yuan held the letter for a long time, muttering, “If I can’t get out at midnight, what am I supposed to do?”  0

He hadn’t forgotten that there were seventh rank martial artists from the Holy Tree Temple keeping an eye on his neighborhood. As an average weaponsmith, how could he possibly slip away from their watch at midnight?0

Up front, the driver, actually a disguised undying husk, had been eavesdropping and naturally heard Li Yuan’s murmurs. Cursing his partner’s poor planning, he thought, What idiot arranges a midnight meeting when he knows his target is being watched?0

After a bit of thought, Li Yuan said, “Driver, take me to the Ginger Tavern.”0

The driver replied cheerily, “Yes, Master Li.”0

Before long, Li Yuan arrived at the Ginger Tavern. The moment he walked in, he recognized the manager on duty. The portly, round-faced man with a constant smile was an old acquaintance—a manager surnamed Wu who had worked at the tavern for many years, back when Li Yuan was still a hunter. He had even once treated...0