Inside Yang Mansion.
"Master Wang, Fang Xuan will be relying on you today." Yang Jiang cupped his hands toward Wang Tianli at his side. "Once it is done, there will be a handsome reward."
Wang Tianli nodded at first, then hesitated somewhat. "A mere Fang Xuan is nothing to fear. But from what I have seen, Fang Xuan has been quite close to the Eldest Young Master lately. If we move against Fang Xuan, what about the Eldest Young Master...?"
In all of Pingjiang City, there was only one person truly worthy of being called the Eldest Young Master!
That was Sikong Jihuai of the Sikong Family!
"Rest assured. How could I fail to think of what Master Wang has thought of?" Yang Jiang gave a sinister smile, then drew a note from his sleeve. "The Second Young Master handed this to me today. Even if the Eldest Young Master holds us accountable, the Second Young Master will bear it himself!"
Wang Tianli took the note and unfolded it. On the Xuan paper, a single character had been written in swift, decisive strokes of cinnabar ink—
Kill!
At the sight of that character, Wang Tianli's heart jolted slightly, and he was just about to speak.
All at once, the ink strokes on the paper blurred and spread. The character for kill on the note actually began to writhe like countless ants, then flowed across the Xuan paper like water, forming a pair of sinister, demonic double pupils in the shape of the Buddhist wan symbol!
"What?!!"
Caught beneath the gaze of those double pupils, Wang Tianli felt as though a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were crashing down on him. He could not help crying out in alarm.
"Master Wang? What is it?" Yang Jiang hurriedly asked.