The next day, Lingquan Town seemed no different from usual, yet inside the guesthouse, and even on the nearby streets, everyone could sense the foreboding tension of an impending storm.
They all learned that within this ordinary guesthouse resided a daring individual who had offended the Wang Family of Lingquan Town and even personally killed the young master's guard.
They knew this; the Wang Family certainly knew it too.
But strangely enough, the Wang Family continued to keep silent at the time.
Nezha paid no heed to these matters; he rode his horse to the hot springs as usual. Before entering the hot spring pool, he glanced at the cloth enclosure next to him, noticing that the group of chattering girls had not yet left.
He thought to himself that the women of Sanshan Pass really enjoyed soaking in the hot springs, but feared that even the best silky smooth skin would turn wrinkled after soaking for so long.
Nezha ignored them.
