Several days later, the bright moon still hung high above the suspended tower.
The scene was just as bloody: a young, beautiful maidservant, her eyes still wide in death, a small bloody hole in her brow steadily bubbling with brain matter.
Only, compared with the throng of people last time, there were now only Beitang Shu, Mister Feng, and another strategist of the Prince's Mansion, Mister Tao, atop the tower.
"Useless! Absolutely useless! He actually died in Thunder Marsh like this? What the hell was Qiao Nian doing? He had the Blood Robe Marquis Mansion's resources at his disposal and did not use them.
"And Lei Wanche—he had attained Grandmaster martial arts, possessed extraordinary divine skills, and understood Thunder Marsh well. How could such an accident have happened?"
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sharp crackling sounds of things shattering rang out endlessly across the tower.
Precious calligraphy and paintings, expensive jewels, priceless porcelain—any one of them would have been wealth that ordinary people could not earn in a lifetime. Yet now, all of them were destroyed because of Beitang Shu's fury.
The reason for Beitang Shu's rage was simple. Lei Wanche had sent word that something had gone wrong in the Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm. Of the four noble scions from Imperial Capital City, three had emerged unharmed, while one had died: Qiao Nian, heir to the Blood Robe Marquis Mansion.
It was like a bolt from the clear blue sky, striking Beitang Shu squarely on the head. His previously smooth and cheerful mood had turned gloomy and irritable, leaving him wanting to destroy everything around him just to quell the anger burning in his chest.
Not only had he failed to befriend Liu An and the other three, he might even have offended the noble powers behind them. That would be