"At midnight, when the moon rises, I shall ask for your head, Wang Luoying?" I frowned and gave a cold laugh.
"What an overbearing poem. Yitian, have you gotten on the wrong side of the Nine-Sword Living Slaughter Society?" Xia Qingping asked me, a serious look appearing on his face.
I folded the letter and casually stuffed it into my pocket. "You should have the list of the Xia family members who hunted my mother back then, right? Give me a copy, along with the previous materials."
"Be careful if the Nine-Sword Living Slaughter Society comes knocking. Run if you can't beat them. Even someone of the same rank might not be able to defeat them, and to make sure of it, they usually find opponents one rank higher than their target. If there's a record on file, they'll find someone even stronger... I'll have the Nine Cauldron Society negotiate with them," Xia Qingping said.
"No need. I'll handle it myself." I had intended to wipe out the Living Slaughter Society from the start. How could I ask for help? I was practically worried they wouldn't come.
Xia Qingping fell silent for a while, then nodded. He walked over to Xia Yunxuan, said something into his ear, and Xia Yunxuan nodded before glancing at me, seemingly confirming the matter.
Before long, Xia Yunxuan entered the meeting room. Behind the meeting room was a mountain. I had never been inside, but I could imagine there must be something like a secret door connecting it to the rear mountain—a perfect place to store treasures and documents.
I chatted with Xia Yi intermittently while waiting for about ten minutes. Then my phone chimed with a text message. It contained the names of four Xia family members of the Nine Cauldron Society who had