"Go north?" Chu Chengfeng's expression turned strange. He patted Zheng Xiu's shoulder. "If you trust me, Brother Chu, you should just stay put in the inn for the next few days. Don't go out, lest you lose your life. After all… swords have no eyes."
Zheng Xiu frowned. "Brother Chu, why would you say that?"
"You'll find out if you just wait a bit."
Chu Chengfeng shook his head, smiling but not answering. He led Zheng Xiu to a teahouse next to the inn.
The teahouse had private booths on the second floor.
Though they were called private booths, they were really just a bit quieter than the first floor.
The waiter wiped their table with a filthy rag, casually swiping away the grease stains.
Zheng Xiu's eyebrow twitched. The table was so dark you couldn't tell at first glance, but when the waiter wiped it, the rag clearly came away with a layer of dark red, crusted blood.
