The few short words exploded in Zhou Wenbin's ears like a clap of thunder.
CLANG!
The wine cup slipped from Zhou Wenbin's hand and clattered onto the table. Wine spilled out, but he was completely oblivious. He shot up from his chair, shock and astonishment written all over his face.
"My lord!" His wife, startled by his sudden movement, quickly rose to her feet. "What is it? What's happened?"
His children also stopped eating, looking at him timidly.
Zhou Wenbin ignored his family's questions. His gaze was locked on the letter, on the two words "Yang Jing." His expression was a complex storm of shock, elation, and disbelief, tinged with a deep sense of gravity and awe.
He took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice, "Something major has happened... The Flying Horse Thieves have been annihilated!"
