Delivering a Message

Delivering a Message

"You mean the Swallowing Heaven Alliance and the Treading Heaven Alliance? Those are Ye Chen's forces?"

The System had indeed never mentioned them before.

Bringing them up so suddenly now felt rather abrupt.

"No, they are merely allies. Although Ye Chen is dead, those two factions still remain."

"We'll run into them sooner or later. When that happens, we can kill to our hearts' content!"

"There are always so many clowns leaping about!" Shen Wuxiao gritted his teeth.

When they reached the broad clearing above, they headed toward the courtyard ahead.

From afar, Shen Wuxiao spotted an Old Beggar inside.

And this Old Beggar looked rather like the one Xu Teng had described last night.

A wine gourd hung at his waist; his clothes were ragged, and he was filthy and slovenly.

Ren Xiang's master?

Shen Wuxiao waved a hand, and his subordinates stopped in their tracks.

He walked inside alone.

At the same time, Old Nun Huaiyin and the others were watching Shen Wuxiao.

Old Nun Huaiyin in particular was extremely surprised.

Was this brat planning to come and steal her disciple away?

Ye Lin was inside the house.

In the dead of night yesterday, she had actually gotten up in secret to wash Shen Wuxiao's clothes.

Surely he had not come for Ye Lin.

Old Nun Huaiyin's face turned cold, and the aura around her was faintly on the verge of slipping free.

She was furious.

For three generations, not a single one of the Shen Family had been any good.

If this brat dared covet her disciple, she would absolutely beat him up.

She could consider it collecting a little interest from him, deducting some of Shen Lie's debt.

Shen Wuxiao's scalp prickled.

Old Nun Huaiyin's gaze looked as if she wanted to slaughter