Martial Immortal City.
Martial Arts Alliance Headquarters.
"The days are getting shorter and shorter..."
It was only a little past five on the wall clock, yet the sky had already darkened. The Old Peak Expert of the Fang Family rubbed his brow and set down the memorial before him.
Shen Lingshuang had been attacked earlier. Though he had temporarily suppressed the matter to steady people's hearts, if the mole behind it was not uncovered, trouble would break out sooner or later.
Quite a few little ghosts had already been caught, including even a Shen Family higher-up, but he always felt that an even bigger ghost was still hiding somewhere.
"What a bloody mess..."
The Old Peak Expert of the Fang Family shook his head.
Back when Xiang Zhenbang was still around, he had known the martial world was already a mess. But he had not stood this high back then and had felt the problems were not all that serious.
Only when he truly looked down from Xiang Zhenbang's height did he realize that the martial world had deteriorated to such a state. Under the impact of the Foreigners and the great tide of firearms, it was practically riddled with holes. Other than doing his best to maintain it, there was almost nothing he could do.
Though he knew perfectly well that without change, they would perish sooner or later, there was simply no way around it.
Everyone now appeared to respect him because he had not done anything over the line. If he truly dared to pull some stunt, the moment he stepped outside, someone would invite him to a helping of peanuts.
So when Huo Yuanhong tried to change the old rules and let the Commoner Faction learn martial arts as well, he did not approve, believing it