Why do I have so many masters?

At this moment, he felt that despite Wuxin being a cunning fox with a cold demeanor and a dark heart, at least he wasn't beyond redemption. When commanding others, he was naturally unreserved, but at the very least, he provided something tangible and didn't deceive people casually.

Wang Anfeng shook the letter in his hand, feeling somewhat helpless in his heart—

He didn't want to go.

However, the conditions Wuxin laid out carried an implicit "threat," coupled with matters Wang Anfeng had always been concerned about. The coercion, like the Mandarin Duck Chain Kick, targeted vital points relentlessly. Such terms made it indeed hard for him to...

...refuse.

Wang Anfeng glanced again at the words on the letter, committing everything Wuxin wrote to memory before rubbing his hands together. With a slight external breath from his robust Qi mechanism, the letter turned to dust that scattered into the night wind, merging with the autumn breeze.

"I wonder, is it that everyone in the Ministry of Punishment has such insight into the human mind, or is it just Wuxin..."

Thinking about the process of how the two met and interacted, Wang Anfeng gave a somewhat helpless smile, looked at the gray bird and said with a smile:

"This fox with a fiery tail is indeed too cunning. Why not follow me from now on?"

The bird chirped a few times, its voice crisp and pleasant, seemingly in agreement. Wang Anfeng couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling a bit relieved from his fatigue. Then he thought about the people in Sword Forging Valley, Qiong Qi, and Dongfang Ningxin.

Finally, the matters of this period were about to reach a conclusion, and soon he could find traces of senior Jiu Zizai. Although the tasks were arduous, hope could at last be seen.

With this thought, he let out a breath of murky air, no longer hesitating, raised his hand to organize his attire and medicines, prepared several types of powder commonly used in battle, and then strapped the Wooden Sword on his back.

Although the Inner Qi within him had been mostly depleted when confronting Wang Zhaofeng today, some still remained. Besides, even when just used as a weapon, it was far more convenient than any other Sword Weaponry.

After preparing, Wang Anfeng immediately pushed the window wider, glanced at the bed that had yet to warm, and then turned around, lightly tapping the tips of his toes, leaping into the deep night like a great bird, disappearing after a few flashes.

In the guest room, only the clever bird remained. After filling its belly, it perched on the rod within its cage, turned its head, and busily preened its gradually color-shifting gray feathers.

After a short moment, the bird's actions suddenly paused, its small head slightly tilted, its round, black eyes seeming to listen attentively. This special bird not only moved exceptionally fast, but its innate senses were remarkably sharp. Such a Spiritual Object had perception no less than that of a Jianghu master.

It was at this moment that it heard footsteps approaching from the left staircase. That's why it was so vigilant. The sound drew closer then shifted to the right, gradually fading away.

The gray bird lowered its head, concentrating again on the grains in its food bowl, enjoying its feast when the guest room door was suddenly pushed open with force. The gray bird lifted its head in an instant, seeing a young girl standing at the entrance.

She was clad in vigorous attire, her long hair tied back with golden-red rings, and her pair of brown eyes were truly bright and transparent, a heroic beauty seldom seen in Jianghu.

This type of bird naturally didn't appreciate beauty and remained extremely vigilant. It abruptly flapped its wings to take off.

Yet as soon as it took flight, it seemed to fall into a vast swamp of mud. Some indescribable force tangled its wings, preventing it from rising even an inch.

The gray bird, capable of ranking among the top ten in the world for short bursts of speed among exotic birds, used every ounce of strength, yet couldn't break free, merely whirling foolishly three inches above the desk, quite comical and endearing.

Xue Qinshuang took leisurely steps to the table, reached out her right hand, and gently cradled the bird in her palm. There was no escape now for the gray bird; layers upon layers of invisible chains seemed to cover its small body. After a few attempts, exhaust overcame it, and it rested quietly in the girl's palm, ceasing its struggle.

Xue Qinshuang smiled slightly and said, "Good bird."

Then she raised her eyes and looked around. Since Wang Anfeng had just casually crushed the letter from Wuxin with his Qi mechanism and cast it to the night wind, Xue Qinshuang found nothing.

However, she was already suspicious due to today's events, suspecting that Wang Anfeng was caught in some covert Jianghu organization.

Passing by his guest room, she didn't sense the usual Pure Yang Qi mechanism within, which had always felt like the blazing sun, sparking her curiosity, so she intentionally walked past first, then paused and turned back.

As expected, Wang Anfeng, who claimed he would rest early, wasn't in the room, and seeing this exceedingly spiritual bird, her suspicions only deepened, especially with this day's happenings.

Xue Qinshuang couldn't help but wonder if Wang Anfeng had been contacted and had to meet with that covert organization.

The Xue Family's main business dealt with assassinations in Jianghu, and she knew a great deal about these covert Jianghu organizations due to their past development in the shadows. She was aware that such places were like swamps, easy to enter but immensely difficult to exit.

Now guessing that Wang Anfeng might truly have various connections with this type of organization, worry naturally welled up in her heart. She immediately planned to draw her sword, trace Wang Anfeng's trails, and see if she could lend a hand.