"To some, it held glory and wealth. To others, peerless martial arts. To us, it held nothing more than an answer." Yue Ji slowly answered Tang Lian's question.
"An answer?" Tang Lian asked doubtfully.
"Thirteen years ago."
"Don't say it." Just as Yue Ji was about to continue, Ming Hou stopped her. He then stepped forward and raised the blade in his hand.
"The Looking-Garment Tower massacre thirteen years ago." Xiao Se suddenly stepped out from the side and said slowly, "Thirteen years ago, Looking-Garment Tower was wiped out overnight. Only the eldest son of the tower master, Xie Liuyi, survived after being knocked unconscious. However, when he woke up, he had lost all memory of that night. Later, he became Old Man Tianquan's disciple and became an assassin. The martial world called him Ming Hou."
"Hmph. You certainly know quite a lot." Xiao Se's words made Ming Hou turn to look at him.
"But the Looking-Garment Tower massacre was originally an unsolved case. Even if there were clues left behind, thirteen years have passed, and there is no way to trace them now. Are you truly certain that the Golden Coffin contains the answer you seek? I'm growing more and more curious about this coffin."
Like Tang Lian, Xiao Se had no idea what was inside the coffin. But with so many people interested in it, he naturally became curious as well.
"Hmph." Seeing that Xiao Se had stopped speaking, Ming Hou immediately snorted coldly and charged forward with his blade, splitting apart the carriage carrying the coffin in a single strike.
"Stop him!" Tang Lian and the black-clad men spoke at the same time. Both sides were about to attack Ming Hou together, but at that moment, Sikong Qianluo suddenly swung her spear at the black-clad men. The