Watching Sebastian disappear into the distance…
Huang Feihong’s face darkened with anger.
“The White Lotus Society has become completely lawless.”
“They’ve gone too far!”
Just then…
Leung Foon suddenly remembered something.
“Master!”
“Aunt Thirteen is still alone at the inn!”
“What?!”
“And you’re only telling me now?”
“Hurry!”
Huang Feihong’s expression changed instantly.
He dashed off at full speed.
Leung Foon hurried after him.
Moments later…
The two arrived outside Aunt Thirteen’s room.
Just as Huang Feihong was about to kick the door open…
He heard her voice from inside.
“That awful man…”
“He doesn’t have the slightest idea how to treat a lady…”
“He’s made me lose sleep for an entire month…”
Huang Feihong froze.
His brows slowly furrowed.
Leung Foon finally caught up and reached for the door.
Huang Feihong immediately stopped him.
“…Damn you, Lucian.”
“Don’t let me see you again.”
“Hmph!”
Aunt Thirteen’s voice carried unmistakable embarrassment and irritation.
Listening from outside…
Both Huang Feihong and Leung Foon felt a strange ache in their hearts.
Neither of them had ever heard her speak about another man like this.
Instantly…
They both developed an unconscious hostility toward the mysterious Lucian.
“Master…”
“Who exactly is Lucian?”
Leung Foon couldn’t help asking.
Huang Feihong shot him a glare.
“What is improper to hear…”
“Do not listen.”
Only then did he knock on the door.
Knock.
Knock.
“Ah…”
“Come in!”
Aunt Thirteen’s thoughts were interrupted by the knocking.
She hurriedly answered.
The two entered.
The moment they saw her…
Both men stood speechless.
Her fashionable Western outfit was gone.
Instead…
She wore a soft pink traditional dress embroidered with lotus flowers.
Her hat had disappeared as well.
In its place…
Her hair had been tied into two neat braids.
Neither of them had ever seen her dressed like this before.
Seeing their expressions…
Aunt Thirteen looked down at herself.
“What?”
“Doesn’t it look nice?”
Huang Feihong quickly shook his head.
“No…”
“You look wonderful.”
“But…”
“What made you decide to dress this way?”
Aunt Thirteen smiled.
“Hehe.”
“Wearing Western clothes causes far too much trouble.”
“I think this suits me better.”
“I see…”
Huang Feihong nodded.
That evening…
The three sat together inside the inn’s dining room.
A large clay pot sat in the center of the table.
Rich aromas drifted upward.
Leung Foon happily stuffed meat into his mouth.
“I bought some fragrant meat this afternoon.”
“I figured Aunt Thirteen should eat something nourishing.”
The moment Huang Feihong sat down…
His expression suddenly changed.
He looked at Aunt Thirteen, who was eating enthusiastically.
Then turned toward Leung Foon.
“…You didn’t tell her?”
Leung Foon stopped chewing.
He looked completely confused.
Then slowly shook his head.
Huang Feihong glared at him before turning back to Aunt Thirteen.
“Aunt Thirteen…”
“Do you like dogs?”
Still chewing happily…
She nodded without hesitation.
“Of course.”
“Dogs are very intelligent.”
“I’ve always liked them.”
“Why?”
She looked curiously at the two men.
“N-Nothing.”
“Nothing at all.”
“Just keep eating.”
Huang Feihong awkwardly pointed toward the pot.
Just then…
Loud shouting erupted outside.
“Quick!”
“Over there!”
“Catch him!”
Hearing the commotion…
Huang Feihong frowned.
“I never imagined the provincial capital would be this chaotic.”
“Ah Kwan.”
“Pack our luggage later.”
“We’re leaving first thing tomorrow morning.”
“We’ll take the train back to Foshan.”
“Okay.”
Leung Foon nodded while continuing to eat.
Meanwhile…
Aunt Thirteen placed several more pieces of meat into his bowl.
“Then you’d better eat plenty tonight.”
“Tomorrow don’t eat before boarding the train.”
“Otherwise you’ll just throw it all up again.”
“Mmm!”
Leung Foon nodded repeatedly.
After a brief silence…
Huang Feihong spoke again.
“Aunt Thirteen.”
“After dinner…”
“Come outside with me.”
“I’ll teach you some self-defense techniques.”
“The world’s becoming more dangerous.”
“You should know how to protect yourself.”
Hearing those words…
Aunt Thirteen couldn’t help thinking of the mysterious man in white robes.
“…All right.”
She smiled.
Then suddenly froze.
“…Wait.”
“What did you just say?”
She slowly looked down at the meat between her chopsticks.
“You said…”
“This is…
dog meat?”
The color instantly drained from her face.
Seeing her expression…
Huang Feihong and Leung Foon quietly lowered their heads.
The next second—
Aunt Thirteen shot to her feet.
She ran across the room.
Then…
The unmistakable sound of violent retching echoed from outside.
Meanwhile…
Elsewhere in the inn…
The sound of someone vomiting woke Lucian from his meditation.
He slowly opened his eyes and frowned.
Mordo immediately noticed.
“Mr.
Lucian…”
“Would you like me to ask the guests next door to keep quiet?”
Lucian shook his head.
“No.”
“I have something else for you.”
“Find a man named Wen.”
Mordo nodded respectfully.
“Understood, Mr.
Lucian.”
Then he quietly left the room.
The next morning…
Mordo returned.
“Mr.
Lucian…”
“I located Wen yesterday.”
“He’s currently drinking tea at a teahouse not far from this inn.”
Lucian nodded.
“Good.”
“Let’s go meet him.”
The two walked downstairs and left the inn.
At almost the exact same moment…
Aunt Thirteen, Huang Feihong, and Leung Foon also emerged from their rooms.
As they descended the stairs…
Aunt Thirteen caught a fleeting glimpse of a familiar figure disappearing out the entrance below.
She instinctively stopped.
“Hm?”
“Aunt Thirteen?”
“What’s wrong?”
Huang Feihong asked.
She hesitated for a moment…
Then slowly shook her head.
“…Nothing.”
“Let’s go.”