"'Old Wang?' Chu Fan pictured Wang Meng's rugged face and said calmly, 'Some other time. It's not convenient today. I have a great gift to deliver to Lord Leng.'"
"'A great gift?' The two Demon Suppression Guards exchanged a glance and burst out laughing.
Qin Fang took two steps closer, lowered his voice, and put on an experienced air. "Brother, I'm not trying to lecture you, but there's an art to giving gifts. You have to pick the right time, read the person's mood, be tactful..."
Before he could finish, his nose twitched, and his smile suddenly froze on his face.
"'This smell...' Qin Fang's pupils constricted as he stared intently at the blood-dripping black cloth sack. 'Chu... Chu, what you're delivering is...'"
"'A demon from the Moon Worship Sect,' Chu Fan said calmly, then walked toward the meeting hall, sack in hand.
Behind him, the two Demon Suppression Guards stood frozen to the spot.
As the night wind blew past, the two of them shivered in unison.
