Qingniao Institute.
Lin Sheng sat quietly in the courtyard, waiting.
He knew very well that this matter involved two major forces, the Seven Forms Sect and the White Dragon Gang. Thus, he had decisively come straight to headquarters to report it to Xie Qingyun and leave it for her to handle.
When the sky fell, the tall ones held it up—such was the advantage of belonging to a sect. Moreover, the White Dragon Gang had attacked him first. If the Seven Forms Sect used this to press the issue, the White Dragon Gang ought to bleed a little as well.
However, the exact outcome still depended on the higher-ups' intentions. All he could do here was make wild guesses.
By now, he had also guessed part of the reason the White Dragon Gang had attacked him.
He had no connection whatsoever with the White Dragon Gang and had never dealt with any of its people.
Considering how Wanhua City had become increasingly chaotic because of the fifty-thousand-year beast mine that had appeared in Yunshui Mountain—
The White Dragon Gang most likely wanted to use his death to make the situation even more chaotic, perhaps even drag the Seven Forms Sect into the fray.
After all, the Crimson Whale Hall and the Seven Forms Sect each occupied a mountain peak in Yunshui Mountain.
As for competing over the remaining peaks in Yunshui Mountain, neither had shown much enthusiasm. They seemed content to sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight.
As the White Dragon Gang and the Fang Family fought ever more fiercely, they naturally would not let the Crimson Whale Hall and the Seven Forms Sect merely stand by and watch the show.
To draw those two major forces into the conflict, they needed a serious clash between them.