Why do I have so many masters?

Only Wang Anfeng escorted Liu Ling forth.

Because only two people were left, it was somewhat easier to move. They could also take advantage of others' inattention, helping Liu Ling across the rooftops of other houses; it took half an hour, but they finally reached the place where the Liangzhou wine competition was held.

By this time, the wine tasting competition had reached its final phase, "Last Cup in Flowing Waters."

At the entrance, two icy-tempered guards wielding waist sabers barred common folk from entering and disturbing this important event. After all, although it was a civil wine fight, people from all over the Great Qin were accustomed to heavy drinking and good wine. Many prestigious guests had condescended to participate just to drain the world's finest wines in one evening.

Apart from the local provincial official, there were several famous poets and one guest who had traveled from the Western Regions tonight. Despite Great Qin's great power and authority, being able to come from the Western Regions, and purportedly of the Imperial Clan, he was indeed considered a distinguished guest in this small city.

Liu Ling took a purple sandalwood plaque from his chest, engraved with the word "Good." The guard recognized this item, relaxed his alertness, left one person there, and himself led the two inside.

Along the way, Liu Ling engaged in conversation, merely stating he had been delayed on the road, which is why he arrived late. He had hardly made it to this city when he was further delayed by road congestion.

The guard nodded understandingly and casually asked if Wang Anfeng, despite his youth, was also good at drinking?

Now that he had arrived at the Liangzhou wine competition, Wang Anfeng guessed that Jiu Zizai was in a high pavilion nearby. He would soon be able to ask about White Tiger Hall's matters; he merely thought that White Tiger Hall's issues were related to Wang Tiance's death, and he was somewhat impatient in his heart.

Hearing this, he directly stated he was looking for Jiu Zizai. The guard nodded understandingly and laughed,

"Oh, you're looking for Master Jiu Zizai! Master Jiu Zizai has been coming here year after year. Brother, you've come to the right place."

While they were talking, they had reached the highest building. Each level hung with lanterns, the enticing aroma of alcohol wafting, and the pleasant sounds of strings and woodwinds fill the air. The guard pointed upward and said,"You two can go upstairs with this wooden plaque."

"Ma Wenli of Liangzhou bids you farewell."

After that, he bowed and turned to walk out.

Wang Anfeng looked upward. At the top of the wooden structure was a pavilion in which several people were overlooking the scenery. As Liu Ling urged him to go forward, suddenly a scream rang out from the pavilion, and a person fell directly below, crashing heavily next to Wang Anfeng, blood spurting wildly.

This incident shocked everyone unexpectedly.

In the deadly silence, someone roared from above:

"Jiu Zizai!!"

"How dare you be so reckless?!"

The voice was furious, accompanied by a powerful Qi Force rising into the sky.

Wang Anfeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

The guard who had just left was stunned, then swiftly turned back, facing Wang Anfeng. Their eyes met; almost without hesitation, the guard started retreating while shouting loudly:

"Jiu Zizai's accomplice is here!"

"Ma Wenli of Liangzhou has spotted Jiu Zizai's accomplice!"

"Quick, send support!"

Footsteps immediately resounded, and many skilled fighters leapt from the pavilion, especially one man resembling a Western Regions native with impressive skills. Landing on the ground, he radiated a fierce aura. As he had mobilized the defending army's elite, each was equipped with a hand crossbow. The sound of mechanisms echoed, subtly forming a protective circle.

Farther away, alert martial soldiers upon hearing the signal withdrew their gaze from the roads and, equipped with weapons, hastened toward the direction of the signal. From above, this brightly lit area nearly became the eye of a tornado.

And this tornado continued to expand.

Wang Anfeng's expression grew solemn as he raised his hand to protect Liu Ling.

PS: Today, combining two updates into one, because of the passage of the typhoon, there were matters I truly had to address. Considering yesterday's second update was quite long, I hope for your understanding.