"Patter, patter..."
Raindrops struck the ground, sending round ripples spreading across the little puddles on the road.
With a splash, another puddle was shattered beneath the hard-soled shoes of hurried White Robes, water spraying in every direction.
In an instant.
The White Robes squad vanished at the end of the road.
At the trading fair grounds.
Watching the many White Robes head to reinforce the Northern City District, the White Robes and Red Robes commanders in the teahouse all fell silent.
After a long while, someone finally spoke.
“Saint Power?”
"Mm, it was unlikely to have been an illusion. Someone must have learned of the operation at the Spirit Palace Trading Fair and decided to make a move elsewhere."
"Who?"
"Within East Heavenly King City, apart from the Holy Spirit Hall and the demi-saint factions, probably only the newly arrived Jiang Clan and First Pavilion Under Heaven remain."
"Then it must have been the Jiang Clan. None of their people showed up tonight, while First Pavilion Under Heaven's people are inside the trading fair."
The White Robes commanders' exchange was exceedingly simple.
In just a few sentences, they had laid bare the situation.
"Taking this opportunity to strike at the demi-saint Jiang Clan—what are they after?" someone else asked.
"Jiang Xian of the Jiang Clan. The Three Aversions Eye..." another White Robes member speculated.
As soon as those words fell, the teahouse fell silent once more.
The Three Aversions Eye.
Anything involving it could not possibly be a trivial matter.
As White Robes who slew darkness and destroyed evil, as the sole ray of light in the dark.
How could those present not know how grave the matter of the Three Aversions Eye was, how many parties it implicated? Reinforcements had already been dispatched, and no one spoke further.
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