"They aren't people of Great Qi. They aren't people of Great Qi." A trace of melancholy appeared on Li Huowang's face, and all his earlier vigor vanished.
Hearing Li Huowang's words, Chan Du showed a look of understanding. "So that's how it is."
After pondering for a moment, he pressed his palms together and said to Li Huowang, "Benefactor Li, you seem to know where they came from. Have you had dealings with them before?"
Li Huowang nodded but said nothing. He sat where he was, unmoving, lost in thought for a long while.
He had always wanted to know who they were, but now that he knew their identities, Li Huowang wished he had never learned the answer.
Chen Yurong could not help but ask, "Immortal, what should we do next?"
Li Huowang, overwhelmed by a jumble of emotions, raised his head. After staring blankly for a moment, his scattered gaze gradually focused again. "What else can we do? Find that sword. I'm going back! I'm going to question him face-to-face!"
Gao Zhijian had sent people to kill him. Li Huowang still could not believe that outcome.
Impossible! That honest, hulking fool who had once carried a wooden stick and followed behind him—he had actually sent people to kill him now.
He had only asked once before striking directly? Li Huowang had to question him to his face! What the hell was going on?!
"What the Immortal says is right. Whether or not they are people of Great Qi, your sword must be recovered. This concerns whether you can return, and whether the people of Great Qi live or die."
Someone beside them added, "But there are no survivors now. We can't find where they took the sword."
"There's a way!" Li Huowang's voice made everyone turn toward him.