Wang Yue had just followed Wang Daoling to the entrance of the street where the Ye Family resided when the wine banner at the end of the bluestone road suddenly swayed. A figure stepped out from the shadow around the corner. The man wore the black robes of a Dragon Transformation Sect Inner Sect disciple, and the two embroidered cloud patterns on his chest stood out sharply beneath the sunlight. He was actually from the senior-most cohort of Inner Sect disciples, having entered the sect more than ten years before Wang Yue's batch.
"Junior Brother Wang, come with me."
The man kept his voice extremely low, his wary gaze sweeping across the surroundings. Seeing Wang Yue's confusion, he added, "Brother Xuan sent me to receive you."
Wang Yue's gaze shifted slightly. Brother Xuan?
Though he had never met the other true inheritors of past generations, he had heard Ji Wuchen mention that among the four true inheritors of their lineage, there was one named Xuan Fenglie, famed for horizontal training and heavy weapons.
He gave Wang Daoling a look asking him to wait, then quickly followed the man through two narrow alleys before finally stopping at the rear side door of a tavern.
The side door stood slightly ajar, and muffled breathing could faintly be heard from within.
The instant Wang Yue pushed open the door and entered, the air around him seemed to freeze solid. More than twenty armored Dragon Transformation Guards stood in the courtyard, all clad in Blood Infused Armor and holding long spears. They were as motionless as statues, their gazes landing on the doorway in perfect unison without the slightest deviation.
The Inner Sect disciple who had led him over hurried to the entrance of the main hall, bowed, and said with obvious reverence, "Brother