Chen Fei's apparent early joint aperture realm cultivation was far too deceptive. Even Xu Wucheng, a bona fide late joint aperture realm cultivator, had failed to see through to his true cultivation back then.
Tong Linyun knew Liu Wangu was unaware of Chen Fei's true strength. He assumed that, with his mid joint aperture realm cultivation, suppressing someone in the early joint aperture realm would be as certain as holding ten coins steady in his hand.
Liao Minglei and the other two who had surrounded Tong Linyun back then had thought the same. Now, their ashes had been scattered to who knew where.
Thus, as she watched Liu Wangu stand there with swords drawn and bows bent, that strange feeling involuntarily rose in Tong Linyun's heart.
Tong Linyun's gaze displeased Liu Wangu somewhat, but when facing a cultivator of the same realm, he did not adopt the attitude he had shown earlier.
Liu Wangu glanced at Chen Fei, then at Tong Linyun, before turning and leaving without another word.
If the Yuan Chen Sword Sect had a mid joint aperture realm cultivator backing it, Liu Wangu could do nothing more while merely probing the situation.
Unless Liu Wangu was absolutely certain that the Yuan Chen Sword Sect had caused Liu Shizhen's death, in which case he might truly retaliate, even with Tong Linyun, a cultivator of his own realm, standing against him.
But for now, what he had already done was as far as he could go.
Liu Wangu would naturally never offend a mid joint aperture realm cultivator without cause. After all, without enormous interests at stake, most people would never antagonize a cultivator of their own realm.
"I was worried you might cut him down with one strike."
Watching Liu Wangu walk away, Tong Linyun turned to Chen