One day later.
Deep within the Imperial Palace in the Imperial Capital, in a secluded bamboo grove.
"Great Grandfather, Wutan City Lord Jia Baili has sent a message. Along with it came a letter from Xiao Zhan, clan leader of the Xiao Family."
Clad in battle armor, valiant and elegant, Yao Ye walked over, two letters held in her fair, jade-like hand.
"The Xiao Family of Wutan City?"
"That brat Yun Leng still hasn't given up and went to trouble the Xiao Family again? What a pity. The Xiao Family is only a Dou Ling clan. Otherwise, the Three Great Families of the Imperial Capital ought to be reshuffled."
Jia Xing Tian nodded.
In the eyes of this experienced old man, it had to be that Yun Leng of the Misty Cloud Sect could not swallow his resentment and had taken revenge on the Xiao Family. The latter was merely a Dou Ling clan; when facing a colossus like the Misty Cloud Sect, choosing to seek the imperial family as a backer was only reasonable.
After all, an arm could not twist a thigh.
What use was the Xiao Family having backbone? Faced with the malice of a Dou King Expert, they could only look for outside help.
"Great Grandfather, the one who delivered the letter is Jia Baili's trusted aide. I questioned him. Last night, a battle at the Dou King level broke out in Wutan City. It is suspected that a Dou King Expert spilled blood and fell!"
Yao Ye's voice was cool and pleasant to the ear, but it was clearly mixed with shock and confusion.
A Dou King had fallen. The last time something like that had happened was Xiao Lin more than ten years ago. An expert of this level, no matter which empire he