The local gangs had no credibility whatsoever. Lu Bei knew that all too well. In particular, Sect Master Zhao Xiayang had an ugly appetite. When he led dozens of disciples into the ruins, Lu Bei had already blacklisted the Clear Water Sect.
After entering the ruins, Lu Bei had narrowly escaped danger several times and been chased by mechanisms, giving him a few guesses. The Clear Water Sect was not as simple as it appeared. It had very likely explored the ruins long ago and found the core area controlling the mechanisms and traps.
If not, then the Clear Water Sect had an immense connection to the ruins. The sect that had mined and carried away the treasures and the Clear Water Sect had arrived one after the other. Both were guardians of this place.
What was more, if his guess was correct, Commander Wang had also noticed the problem.
The difference was that Commander Wang had deliberately put himself in danger to seek the truth. Because his teammates were useless, traps had rained down on him. He had moved with the ferocity of a tiger, yet dodged not a single drop.
The bad news was that the enemy was hidden while he was exposed. The Clear Water Sect disciples held the advantage of terrain, and he was alone and helpless, unable even to find a reliable thigh to cling to.
The second piece of bad news was that the four slain Clear Water Sect disciples had pointed him toward a shortcut, sparing him the need to search around like a headless fly. Following this route would take him straight to the enemy's lair, where at least dozens of sturdy men were lying in ambush.
As for good news, there was some of that too.
For example, Luo Ban's former