"What?!"
Upon hearing the Enforcement Team's report, Xia Qing lost her usual composure and sprang to her feet. The two granaries before her chest swayed violently.
Jin Lin and Jiang Ping An also widened their eyes, their faces filled with horror.
Jiang Ping An clenched his fists and shouted furiously, "Damn Spirit Terrace Kingdom! They're so despicable—they actually used such vicious methods against us!"
Xia Qing and Jin Lin both turned to look at Jiang Ping An.
For some reason, they both had the feeling that this matter was inseparable from Jiang Ping An.
Xia Qing withdrew her gaze and said with a dark expression, "Take me to the scene."
She followed the Enforcement Team within the city to the teahouse.
Jin Lin looked at Jiang Ping An. "You've stirred up a huge disaster. Vast Mist Sect is the number one sect in the Great Summer Kingdom. Even the National Ruler of the Great Summer Kingdom has to show them some respect."
"Brother Jin, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Jiang Ping An looked utterly bewildered.
"Impressive." Jin Lin gave him a thumbs-up in admiration.
He had no idea how Jiang Ping An had done it, killing Ma Wei without making a sound.
"Brother Jin, let's go spar. The Spirit Terrace Kingdom's assassins are too terrifying. I want to improve my strength as soon as possible."
Jiang Ping An's face was filled with worry and wariness toward the Spirit Terrace Kingdom.
"Haha, sure. I'll give you an alibi later. Those despicable bastards who don't rely on their strength to win deserve to die!"
Jin Lin laughed loudly, threw an arm around Jiang Ping An's shoulders, and headed for the Back Mountain.
As the two left the room, a tiny flying insect swiftly flew into Jiang Ping An's sleeve.