Trade

"Didn't I tell you to follow Qing Jun? Give Zhang Yuchen back to her or die."

The handwriting looked as if it had been hastily scribbled. With no concern for what had been written, Han Sen threw it away. He didn't care for the content of the paper, only who wrote it.

It didn't seem as if Dry Bone or Baby Ghost were responsible.

They had made it clear they weren't fond of Qing Jun and wanted to overthrow her, but even if it was them, how could they be associated with Blood Legion?

For now, Han Sen could only wait for the person behind the curtains to reveal themselves. Han Sen thought Qing Jun would come after him, but after waiting a few days, nothing happened.

After a few more days passed, Han Sen noticed the presence of another slip of paper.

"Leave this shelter; you are in danger."

Han Sen crumpled it up and threw the paper away once again. He had worked hard to get where he was, so he wasn't quite willing to leave just yet.