Although Jing Tian was usually carefree and fond of taking small advantages, he was still a kind person at heart.
When Xu Changqing found Jing Tian and asked for his help, Jing Tian did not hesitate and agreed without reservation.
In the unseen workings of fate, everything was destined. Even though some plotlines had changed due to Xiao Xie's intervention, Xu Changqing, Jing Tian, and Tang Xuejian still became connected.
Night fell, and cold moonlight spilled across the earth, adding a hint of chilling menace to the night.
Beneath a gambling house called Da Sanyuan lay Thunderbolt Hall's headquarters. At this moment, Luo Ru Lie was using the sound of a zither to control three hundred poisoned people.
"Go! My Poisoned People Legion!"
Luo Ru Lie revealed a bloodthirsty smile and used the zither's melody to control the three hundred poisoned people as they surrounded Tang Family Fort.
"Roar..."
The three hundred green-eyed poisoned people resembled wild beasts, letting out wave after wave of howls. Biting anyone they encountered, they surged toward Tang Family Fort in a vast tide.
Inside Xiao Xie's study at the Xiao Residence, Xiao Zi ground ink for Xiao Xie while reading the poem he was writing.
"Zhao's knights wore tasselled caps, their Wu hooks gleamed like frost and snow. Silver saddles shone upon white steeds, swift as shooting stars.
They killed a man within ten steps, leaving no trace across a thousand miles. When their deed was done, they brushed off their robes and left, hiding both their persons and names.
At leisure they visited Xinling to drink, laying their unsheathed swords across their knees. They served roasted meat to Zhu Hai and raised their cups to urge Hou Ying to drink.
After three cups, they gave their word; the Five Sacred Mountains