The senior brother looked at the attire of the other party, guessing that they were also here to assassinate Zhang San.
After all, the Qing City Sword Sect wanted Zhang San dead, but the King of Shu, Yang Ling, also had experts under him, so these people might have been sent by King of Shu Yang Ling.
"You seven need not worry, the three of us have already scouted out Zhang San's location. Zhang San is currently eating hotpot in a tent with two subordinates."
Hearing this, the six junior siblings ground their teeth in anger.
We're risking our necks to come assassinate you, and you actually have the leisure to eat hotpot!
Damn it!
But the senior brother was a bit puzzled and asked, "Then why do the three of you also smell like hotpot? And it's... spicy."
