Bai Peng's death shook all of Huai City.
First, his son had died in a fire. Then he himself had been intercepted and killed in the street by a mysterious force.
For a time, Huai City's entire underground Martial Dao world was on edge, with undercurrents stirring.
The Song Family.
Song Xingyuan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing gently at his daughter as she trained intently outside in the courtyard.
"Boss." A trusted subordinate appeared beside him.
Song Xingyuan turned around, his smile fading. "Speak," he said flatly.
The subordinate said quietly, "According to our current information, the person who killed Bai Peng was a powerful saber wielder with ruthless techniques. There aren't many people in Huai City who fit that description."
Song Xingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Anyone who could kill Bai Peng certainly isn't weak. Huai City's powerful saber wielders have no reason to act, and no one could persuade them to, either. Seems someone still thinks Huai City's waters aren't murky enough. Tell the men not to cause trouble lately. We're staying out of this. Anyone who breaks the rules will face the family's punishment!"
"Yes, boss."
Song Wan finished training and came over just then. "Dad, what are you talking about?"
A gentle smile returned to Song Xingyuan's face. "Work matters. By the way, Wan, come to the Provincial Capital with me tomorrow. I've found a nice place there, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, perfect for cultivation. I think it'll certainly benefit your training more."
"Sure, but could I stop by school to say goodbye to my friends?" Song Wan looked expectant.
Song Xingyuan paused, then smiled gently. "We'll stop by school tomorrow. I'll leave you some time."
"Thanks, Dad."
After Song Wan ran off, Song Xingyuan turned to his subordinate and said flatly, "I