The night was deep, yet Golden Sand Fort blazed with lights.
Miao Feng sat in the seat of honor, his face so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.
Opposite him sat a man around forty years old—Ji Qixuan, his sworn brother who had founded Golden Sand Fort alongside him.
Ji Qixuan slowly set down his teacup and shook his head. "Inside and outside the fort, openly and in secret, we've checked everywhere we could. There isn't the slightest clue. Let this matter go."
He looked at Miao Feng, his gaze complicated.
From what he had learned, Miao Zhiheng and his attendants had vanished mysteriously, while those skilled fighters from the Earth Origin Sect had died miserably. The scene had been handled cleanly, with Corpse Dissolving Powder used. Such methods were anything but ordinary.
Though he did not believe Chen Qing of the Wutai Sect had the ability to accomplish it alone, the matter was certainly inseparable from Chen Qing and even his martial uncle, Shen Xiuyong.
Provoking a newly advanced Gang Jin expert with boundless potential was truly unwise, not to mention the Wutai Sect behind him.
He understood the pain of his sworn brother losing a son, but Golden Sand Fort's foundation had to come first.
"I understand."
Miao Feng replied in a low voice.
Though he had seven sons, Miao Zhiheng was the heir into whom he had poured the most effort and placed the greatest hopes. Losing him was like having an arm severed. How could he possibly accept it?
Seeing his state, Ji Qixuan sighed. He rose, walked to Miao Feng's side, and patted his shoulder. "Mourn your loss. There are countless affairs within the fort that still need you to take charge. I've already had the bounty withdrawn."
"Mm." Miao Feng gave a