After instructing Gui Ba, Lu Hou'er left the estate with several skilled men, carrying the case containing the concealed wooden sabers. They galloped all the way toward Wu Wanzhong's home, whipping their horses into a furious sprint. Even the rushing wind could not cool the heat surging in his heart.
It was not because he harbored any idol worship for Old Blade Zhao, nor because he held any dissatisfaction toward Gu Li.
It was simply because, after his conversation with Meng Zhao, he had realized that beneath the Life and Death Duel between those two might lie immense undercurrents, perhaps even ones capable of influencing the future course of events. It gave him a sense of mission, as though he were shaping history.
He had never imagined that he could wield such influence, and so the emotions it stirred in him became all the more profound.
Wu Wanzhong was not especially renowned throughout Yanzhou, but within Kaiming City, he was quite famous. Known for his swift saber, he had recently attained Qi Condensation into Gang. His saber gang was as fast as a meteor. With one slash, he had once cut a leaf into thirty-two pieces without damaging any part of the leaf beyond the cut surfaces. The mystery, precision, and speed of his saber art were plain to see.
Moreover, he was honest and steadfast, with a strong sense of loyalty. He enjoyed considerable prestige in the local martial world. After years of striving, he had also built up a substantial family fortune. Though he was no grandmaster, he had gradually become a respected figure in the local martial community, deeply admired by younger generations. He had instructed several outstanding juniors in martial arts as well, and maintained good relations with the major local powers.
Wu Wanzhong owned five