Another group had set up tents in the mountains, eating and drinking.
Their leader was an Elder Council elder, Feng Guiyun.
Feng Guiyun was not very old, only in his forties. He looked mature and steady, but there was a trace of shrewdness and smugness in the corners of his eyes and brows.
He blew on a roasted sweet potato, turned it twice, and smiled.
A guard said, "Elder, why does the Old Dean insist on killing Zhao Ritian?"
Feng Guiyun smiled mysteriously. "There are some things you wouldn't understand."
The man grinned and leaned closer. "It's because we don't understand that we're asking! Tell us, Elder. They say Zhao Ritian is a complete idiot. Everyone in the martial world knows it."
"Hahaha!"
Feng Guiyun laughed heartily and happily.
"The Old Dean grits his teeth whenever Zhao Ritian is mentioned. Apparently, the man isn't all that capable, but his mouth is vicious. He has endless ways to insult people. The Old Dean was probably humiliated beyond endurance. He won't be satisfied until Zhao Ritian is dead. Besides..."
Feng Guiyun said, "He is Fishing Old Man's disciple, and also a disciple of the Yan Zhao Sect. Killing him carries double significance. The Jiang Family has already made its position clear, so Lu Chengwen cannot be touched directly for the time being. As for Long Aotian, he is one of King Tiechi's Thirteen Protectors. The Old Dean does not want to offend King Tiechi again at a time like this."
"Then isn't the Old Dean afraid of offending Hun Tiangang and Fishing Old Man?"
Feng Guiyun burst into laughter and patted his companion on the back. "We already tore our faces apart. What is there left to offend? Besides, would you really go all the way against the Elder Council for some