Xu Yue's words carried over. Even with Xuan Ci's Buddhist composure, he could not help stiffening slightly before casting a deep look at the luxurious carriage.
Since this person had spoken, Xuan Ci had no choice but to take it seriously.
He had no idea whether the other man had merely happened upon something or truly knew something.
If it had been anyone else, given his current standing in the martial world, Xuan Ci naturally would not have needed to care. But this person was different.
His reputation in the martial world alone was nothing much. His most famous feats were defeating Qiao Feng by half a move and intimidating the heroes in Deaf-Mute Valley. To Xuan Ci, he was merely a junior.
Nor could he shake Shaolin's accumulated prestige.
But his status as the Imperial Prince ensured his position above worldly affairs!
That was also why he could so easily convene a martial arts assembly and choose its location.
When he had originally seen that Xu Yue had chosen Shaolin, Xuan Ci had thought he might favor Shaolin or Buddhism.
But hearing the extent of his support for Qiao Feng, he realized that might not be the case. Perhaps Xu Yue was merely borrowing Shaolin's prestige.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but Xuan Ci's expression remained unreadable as he intoned a Buddhist invocation.
"Amitabha. Your Highness speaks true. Qiao Feng's current predicament is indeed connected to Shaolin. Junior Brother Xuan Ku was also among those who killed his parents back then. When will vengeance upon vengeance ever end? It would be best to settle this karma here."
Xuan Ci's sudden change in tone caught all the heroes completely off guard.
What? It sounded nice enough, but the more they listened, the more it seemed that Shaolin did not