Rotten Persimmon Orange Road was not its official name, but all the nearby residents called the alley that. The origin of the name was no longer known. It was probably because many sour persimmons and oranges used to fall onto the road and rot. Since it was not an official road, it naturally had none of the ever-burning streetlamps that Heralds had transplanted from secret realms. Not even night watchmen passed through. Even if nearby residents heard strange noises from Rotten Persimmon Orange Road, they would only assume wild dogs were fighting. No one would ever imagine that this place would become the center of Jiangnan City's vortex.
Even the three people inside had no idea that the secluded alley had gathered the chancellor of Liang, the county duke of Qi, and the chief overseer of Zhou. In this unknown place, on this utterly ordinary night, they tore away the masks of etiquette. Their only means of communication was pure violence!
The instant they clashed, Shang Xuanwen immediately sensed something amiss. Their flesh had clearly not been ignited, and their weapons had not been heated. They showed none of the traits of Self-Immolators, yet their attacks could pierce his Heart Protecting Mirror's defenses. Add to that the Black Wolf and White Fox masks, identical to those on the wanted notice...
He had initially thought these two were the second wave of an ambush by the Taihu Rebels, but now it seemed they were the second malicious joke fate had played on him.
Two different forces had attacked him simultaneously that night.
Shang Xuanwen believed they were not conspiring together. Otherwise, he could never have escaped the alley just now. One side had probably acted on a sudden impulse, using the chaos in Jiangnan City to accomplish its own scheme. Yet