The Duan Family could not be considered a major clan in Beiding Continent. They had never produced a Martial Saint, but throughout the years, they had produced quite a few Martial King experts. They could still be considered a rather formidable Martial King family.
Their family power was also decent. They controlled a major city with nearly a million inhabitants—Panyang City.
At the bustling entrance to Panyang City, a man and a woman entered the city along with the crowd.
"Should we charge straight into the Duan Family and kill Duan Qingfeng, or wait for an opportunity to assassinate him?" Wei Fan asked Feng Hua through a mental transmission as he curiously looked around.
He had changed his appearance again!
It was not because he feared the experts of the Zhilan Sect would come seeking revenge, but because carrying out the missions of a Territory Suppressing General had to be kept out of sight. It was best to disguise himself.
If he killed Duan Qingfeng as Wei Fan, then once the Duan Family learned the truth, they would most likely come seeking revenge from him in the future.
Feng Hua shook her head. "Let's wait for an opportunity to assassinate him. This time, our identities are assassins, so we cannot act openly. Besides, Duan Qingfeng is not currently in Panyang City. In three days, it will be his father's six-hundredth birthday. He should appear then. Let's find a place to stay first."
Panyang City was very prosperous. Or rather, nearly a million people lived in this not-so-large city, making its streets packed with people coming and going.
"Please spare some money, everyone!"
A disheveled beggar carried a broken bowl, asking everyone he encountered for money on the street. Yet almost no one gave him anything; instead, they waved him away