"Jie Lei is Jie Daohan's nephew!?"
Duan Rong was momentarily perplexed. How could Jie Lei break Xu Ruhu out of the Great Prison like this, wasn't he setting up his own uncle?
Moreover, this case seemed to involve even the Outer Disciples of the Taiyi Sect, indicating that it was no small matter.
"There must be something more to this…"
The hangover hadn't yet passed, and as Duan Rong pondered, he felt a splitting headache!
He struggled out of the main hall, felt his way to the water jar in the kitchen, scooped out half a ladle of cold water, and poured it down his throat.
With the cold water down his belly, Duan Rong felt his parched throat become a bit moist, and his head also felt somewhat refreshed.
He stepped out of the dim kitchen and stood in the courtyard, where the night wind ebbed and flowed, and a large round moon hung high overhead. He could occasionally hear distant and indistinct sounds of hustle and bustle.
"It seems the citywide search is still ongoing…"
