Limits II

As soon as Lu Sheng approached, the group became agitated. The burly man at the front tightened his grip on his iron hammer, his eyes bloodshot as though he might swing it down at any moment.

"Silence!" Martial Uncle Wang gave a cold snort. Seven or eight disciples around him stepped forward at once, forming a small sword formation with an imposing presence.

Although the Black Snake Sect had more people, they were instead forced into a slight pause, and their voices gradually lowered.

Only then did Lu Sheng have the chance to speak.

"What are you here for? Do I know you?" His face was full of bafflement.

"Still pretending!" the lead burly man sneered. "Why didn't you pretend when you ambushed Martial Brother Chi Lian? Now that we've come knocking, you pretend? You really have no shame at all!"

Lu Sheng's expression calmed as he glanced at the burly man. "Chi Lian? Zen Master Chi Lian? I ambushed him?"

"Still pretending!? Our martial brother was ambushed by you halfway through the journey. Luckily, we found the Blood Writing he left behind on the road! Otherwise, no matter how long we investigated, we never would have discovered that it was you, Chen Zi Luo, pulling strings behind the scenes!?"

"Then tell me, why would I ambush him?" Though Lu Sheng had no idea where this Blood Writing had come from, he had no interest in playing detective with a few Black Snake Sect men.

"I..." The man was instantly stunned.

"Then are you sure you clearly saw what the Blood Writing said?" Lu Sheng asked again.

"It... was the character Chen!" The Black Snake Sect members all knew this point clearly.

"If it was Chen, then it had to be me? Couldn't it have been someone else?" Lu Sheng