Chapter - 404 Being Driven Mad By Unredressed Mongol Injustice (4) (1/2)

Once he remembered Xuanming Elders, he was panic-stricken. Lu Zhangke and He Biweng were very strong martial art-wise, even if Xie Xun's eyes were not blind, he might not necessarily be able to fight them one against two. He leaped up and briskly walked toward Zhao Min's door. ”Miss Zhao,” he called out, ”Where did your subordinates, the Xuanming Er Lao, go?”

From behind the door Zhao Min replied, ”Most likely they thought I managed to escape and withdraw inside the Wall, so they pursue to the south.”

”Are you telling me the truth?” Zhang Wuji asked.

With a cold laugh Zhao Min said, ”Why do you ask? Since you don't believe what I say…”

Zhang Wuji was at a loss for words; he stared blankly at the door. Zhao Min said, ”Supposing that I told you I sent the Xuanming Er Lao to this inn to kill Xie Daxia and your beloved Miss Zhou, would you believe me?”

Her last words had touched the most sensitive spot on Zhang Wuji's mind; immediately his foot flew up to kick the door open. With the veins on his forehead bulging out and a trembling voice he shouted, ”You … you …”

Seeing him like that, Zhao Min was scared; she regretted having said such things. ”I was just scaring you,” she hastily said, ”There is no such thing. You must not take it seriously.”

Staring hard at her, Zhang Wuji slowly said, ”You are not afraid of coming to this inn to see my Yifu. You kept saying that you want to confront them directly. Could it be that it was because you knew they are no longer alive?” While saying that, he moved two steps forward until he was less than three feet away from her. He raised his palm high, ready to strike her to her death.

Looking directly into his eyes, Zhao Min gravely said, ”Zhang Wuji, let me tell you this: in the matters on this earth, you cannot rashly believe what other says unless you witness it with your own eyes. Furthermore, you cannot let your own imagination run wild. You want to kill me, fine, just do it. But what if your Yifu comes back? How would you feel then?”

Listening to her reprimand, Zhang Wuji was somewhat ashamed; he said, ”As long as my Yifu is safe and sound, I'll consider myself very fortunate. You must not joke about my Yifu's safety and well-being.”

Zhao Min nodded. ”I shouldn't say those things, I only have myself to blame; you should not feel bad.”

Hearing her admitting her own mistake, Zhang Wuji's heart softened. Smiling slightly he said, ”I was too rude and rash, and thus offended you.” Finished speaking he returned to Xie Xun's room.

He waited all night, but until dawn neither Xie Xun nor Zhou Zhiruo came back. Zhang Wuji was even more anxious. He took a quick breakfast then had a discussion with Zhao Min about where they would go next. Zhao Min creased her eyebrows and said, ”This is really strange. I think we'd better try to overtake Shi Huolong and his company, and think of a way to eavesdrop.”

Zhang Wuji nodded. ”Let's do it.” Immediately they settled their room bills, and left a message with the innkeeper that if Xie Xun and Zhou Zhiruo return, they were to wait in that inn. The inn helper led a pair of red steeds from the stable.