He also did not wish to see devoted lovers torn apart by life and death. The scene before him stirred old wounds in his heart.
He was still silent, Ximen Qingkong was still kowtowing, and figures were already fluttering through the air.
A group of people landed atop the surrounding walls. The people from Dawn Moon Pavilion had still come, Dugu Jing among them, yet no one dared barge into this place.
Ximen Qingkong looked around, drew his sword, and climbed to his feet, watching his surroundings warily. He tried his best to keep his movements clean and swift, but in truth, he was already at the end of his tether.
The people in the courtyard were no fools. One look at the situation told them that those who had wounded Ximen Qingkong and the other had caught up.
Another group of cultivators arrived. Hearing that Prince Hao Cheng had been killed, people from the three great sects had come at the news. Yet they too landed on the surrounding buildings. Before anyone spoke, no one dared force their way into this residence.
Dugu Jing ultimately did not vault over the wall. He landed outside it instead and, with several others, observed the bare minimum of courtesy by entering through the main gate.
Though they had entered uninvited, the gate had never been shut after Ximen Qingkong kicked it open.
Wu Xin stepped forward and stood in front of Ximen Qingkong. Facing the approaching crowd, he coldly asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Dugu Jing raised a hand, signaling everyone to stop, then smiled and cupped his hands. "Dawn Moon Pavilion's Dugu Jing greets Mister Wu Xin."
Wu Xin said, "You are not welcome here. Get out at once!"
How could Dugu Jing let the matter rest so