Not to mention anything else, in Lei Wanche's view, people in official circles and the powerful local clans and families would not dare do such a thing.
It was simple. Taking himself as an example, even if he might be dissatisfied with some people from Imperial Capital City, if he truly meant to make a move, he would most likely still follow certain rules rather than break them outright, directly resort to extermination, even wiping them out to the last man.
If you did that, did you really think the people in Imperial Capital City had no means whatsoever to restrain you?
Thus, a faint conjecture arose in his heart. Either the pursuer was some hidden figure who had never revealed himself, or he came from the Demonic Path and simply did not care about the so-called noble scions of Imperial Capital City.
Yet Yan Libing's next words left him gaping in disbelief.
"Marquis, you misunderstand. These two are the leaders who brought us to the Northern Lands to investigate the case of the Twelfth Prince's assassination."
Yan Libing said nothing further, but for someone like Lei Wanche, that was already enough.
He was not a narrow-minded man with limited horizons, much less someone utterly ignorant of outside information. He understood very well what the two leaders Yan Libing spoke of represented.
One was an Old Monster of the Beitang Imperial Clan, whose cultivation was unfathomable and who had lived for who knew how long. The other was the Former Great General Yu Changkong, now also a martial powerhouse from a military family most trusted and valued by the Beitang Imperial Clan and Beitang Sheng.
In Lei Wanche's eyes, the martial strength of those two might not have been enough to sweep across the Divine Continent without rival, but clearing