"Master, big news! Big news!"
Watching the young man rush over in a flurry, Old Li diverted his gaze from the case files and frowned, saying,
"Don't panic, be steady!"
"Huff huff..." The youth, dressed in coarse hemp and draped with a towel, looking every bit the part of a waiter, took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself before he said,
"Master, that Iron-clad Gentleman has come out of Qing Province!"
"Are these words true?" Old Li immediately straightened up. He was, of course, fully aware of this Iron-clad Gentleman — after all, one would find it hard not to think of that Masked Rider's figure, considering its appearance.
From the beginning, he never doubted that Feng Xue could return from Qing Province; he was merely curious as to why this "gifted prodigy" intentionally ventured into a place known to be extremely dangerous.
Could it be just for an entry called "an impossible survival"?
