At Song Mingyue's words, Han Jiang had a sudden realization. His expression turned grim as he warily scanned his surroundings. Then he said to Ling Xiao, "Brother Xiao, I feel we hit it off, so let me offer you a word of advice. Don't speak so recklessly. Be careful... Sigh!"
Ling Xiao glanced back. The trading convention had already started today, so there was almost no one else strolling about. He smiled and said, "Brother Han, surely you don't have some secret you can't speak of? There are no outsiders here. Go on, tell us. At least satisfy our curiosity! I kept feeling something was off last night, you know!"
"Sigh... Say no more. Come on, let's find a spot, and I'll tell you everything!"
In truth, Han Jiang was finding it unbearable to keep it all in. He wasn't the type who could keep things to himself. If what he'd witnessed last night hadn't been so terrifying—so unbelievable that no one would take his word for it—he would have broadcast it to the world by now.
