Sancha River Mouth

"What? Impossible!"

Li Yan wore a look of utter astonishment, finding it hard to believe.

Wu Qu was no ordinary man.

A Core Realm expert, heir to Cangzhou's Opening Gate Eight Extremes, a cultivator of Hua Guang Dharma...

Any one of those identities was enough to make him someone not to be underestimated.

As a guardian of the Yellow Springs Organization, he had abundant combat experience and countless friends in the martial world. With the Cangzhou Wu family standing behind him, anyone who wanted to make a move had to weigh the consequences carefully.

How could he have been so easily killed?

"Who did it?"

Li Yan clenched his fists and asked through gritted teeth.

Wu Qu was one of his few close friends. He would certainly avenge him.

"I don't know."

Wu Zhong took a deep breath and forced down his grief before saying, "That little bastard's death was strange. He said an old friend had sent for help, so he went to Jinmen to settle a dispute. But he slept once on the way and never woke up."

Li Yan's brows furrowed slightly. "There were no wounds?"

Wu Zhong shook his head. "There wasn't a mark on him. I invited the finest coroner in the Ji Province yamen, but he found nothing. There were no traces of spellcraft on the boat either. In the end, the authorities closed the case as a sudden illness."

Li Yan continued asking, "Senior, you're so certain Brother Wu was murdered. There must be a reason, right?"

"Yes."

Wu Zhong took another deep breath. "I asked an Underworld Messenger friend of mine..."

"There was no reaction at all. I couldn't sense a thing!"

Crack!

Killing intent surged from Li Yan. The back of the chair beside him was suddenly crushed in his grip.