As they neared the town, the Zhenwu Mountain Military Strategist cultivator released Ma Kuxuan's shoulder. Ma Kuxuan felt dizzy and lightheaded. He shook his head and asked, "Do you know who got into trouble? Could it be my father or eldest uncle? Someone outside took a fancy to some treasure from our household; one refused to give it up, the other insisted on taking it by force, and it ended up like Liu Xianyang's case, stirring up a huge disaster?"
The sword-bearing man led Ma Kuxuan forward at a brisk pace and shook his head. "The Zhengyang Mountain Mountain-Moving Ape dared to act so brazenly and break the rules. The preciousness of that Sword Scripture was one reason, but the most important reason was the old grudge between Zhengyang Mountain and Wind Thunder Garden. If Chen Songfeng of Wind Thunder Garden had not arrived in town right after him, that Mountain-Moving Ape would never have resorted to murder. So even if cultivators act within the town, they do not dare make too open a display of it. After all, Mr. Qi, who oversees this place..."
The man abruptly fell silent and looked toward a rooftop in the distance. A wild cat, black as ink from head to tail, crouched there. The moment it saw Ma Kuxuan, it let out a shrill cry. Once Ma Kuxuan noticed it, the cat took off at a dead run toward Apricot Blossom Alley.
Ma Kuxuan's face went pale in an instant. Like a madman, he sprinted after the cat racing across the rooftops.
Understanding the crucial link, the man sighed and followed behind the Young Man at an unhurried pace, never allowing Ma Kuxuan to pull away from him.
Ma Kuxuan ran all the way back to that alley he knew better than anything.