Qi Yanqiu had remained in the rear, never making a move.
In truth, he had come to Mount Qi to find Lu Jinlin and bring him under control, so that he could hold Lu Zhaojin, this chess piece, in his grasp.
Unexpectedly, he had arrived one step too late. Lu Jinlin had been captured first by Elder Yueshan and taken back to the Dingshan Sect.
Later, when he learned that Lu Zhaojin had killed Cheng Yan and members of the Xu Family, he understood that Lu Zhaojin was an uncontrollable chess piece. Moreover, given the martial talent he had displayed, he ought to be eliminated as soon as possible.
Watching Lu Zhaojin now resemble a slaughter god, Qi Yanqiu recalled Cheng Yan's words. His left hand behind his back clenched into a fist. Who would have thought a single remark would become prophecy? He had truly raised a tiger only to invite calamity.
But he had only left Luoxia City for a few days, and Lu Zhaojin had already gained such strength. Qi Yanqiu found it utterly incomprehensible.
He even felt that the Li Family's refusal to take in the Lu father and son had been meant to protect Lu Zhaojin. His martial talent was too monstrous; perhaps they feared it would provoke the imperial dynasty's suspicion.
Zhang Yue snapped Qi Yanqiu awake. "Lord Qi, why are you still standing there in a daze? Quickly join us and suppress this fiend."
Qi Yanqiu came back to himself and looked at Lu Zhaojin, who was locked in fierce combat with Zhang Yue and the others. His eyes flickered as he pondered something.
In truth, he had long reached his conclusion. He was merely weighing the gains and losses.
There was no way he could leave safely, because his appearance at the