105 Waiting Game (2/2)

\”You guys don't have to worry.\” He Xinghan waved them off, \”The lord and I are thinking of ways to deal with the Eagle faction. Report your incident to the law executive elder. As long as it's in Beast God City, there are still laws that even Qu Shen must obey.\”

Yuwen Bing looked at her sister who just shrugged in confusion.

\”Indeed, junior sisters, you don't have to worry.\” He Xuange said, \”Qu Shen is bound by oath...\”

Woosh!

He Xuange suddenly lost his voice. He clutched at his throat as he looked in horror at He Xinghan, who was on his feet and livid. He realized too late he shouldn't have uttered that.

The four servants also realized and immediately bowed to the ground, trying to plead for their lives. Escaping was futile and He Xinghan was not merciful. He didn't bother with their pitiful begging and ended their lives with spiritual force.

\”Master! Spare me! Please us!\” Yuwen Bing and Yuwen Tian were also terrified.

They kowtowed over and over, tears flowing and sobbing wretchedly.

\”Relax, I won't kill you.\” He Xinghan said impassively, \”But I'll have to place a memory lock on you. It will hurt less if you calmed down.\”

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Chen Wentian chuckled as he listened in on the interesting conversation. One of his shadow anchors he had managed to place in a random dining room had finally paid off. He could pretty much assume what the oath He Xuange mentioned was. It most likely prevented the three lords from attacking each other's people or homes within Beast God City, assuming also that death would negate the oath for the living like what happened with the Snake Lord's faction.

Qiu Jingyi saw him laugh during dinner and pouted, \”Husband, what's so funny? Is my red braised pork not good?\”

Chen Wentian looked down at the half bitten piece of pork on his chopsticks, \”Oh, no, no! Of course not, Xiao Yi. The pork is delicious. I was just thinking about the mercenaries I hired that botched their cooking assignments while on mission.\”

He made a show of eating the entire piece and making a satisfied face.

\”I've had to each too many overcooked, or burnt, or bland meals. You're cooking is the best!\” He piled on the praise.

Qiu Jingyi was finally placated and they continued their dinner.

Chen Wentian used half a mind to converse with her while he kept the other half alert for shadow anchors, ready to spy on anything interesting. Even while out on hunting missions, he would still keep up the surveillance as the soul art made distance within the real world an inconsequential matter.

The tidbit from He Xinghan was the first big gain among an ocean useless information. His mind spun with several possibilities on how to take advantage of it. In the end he found it still lacking and he resumed his patient waiting game.