Wang Anfeng stood up and walked towards the inn, no one knowing whether the Blade Madman who had killed someone and left on his horse had already been in Wanling City, or had just come from outside. He had insisted on showing his face in front of the two City Commandants just to clear himself of suspicion.
Otherwise, as a martial artist from Jianghu who had just entered the city and clashed with the victim, he would have been a prime suspect, even in his own eyes, let alone in those of the two high-ranking Great Qin officials.
As he headed to the inn, he could sense that many of the common people on the street were still unsettled by dread. No wonder—the mere occurrence of a murder in the city, regardless of the victim, would make anyone's heart tremble, not to mention that the murderer hadn't even been apprehended.
