A few days later.
After traveling as fast as he could, Li Yun finally arrived in Western Mountain Commandery.
The moment he entered Western Mountain Commandery,
Li Yun sensed that something was off.
There were more Martial Artists than he had imagined.
And they were not just locals. Large numbers of Martial Artists had come from elsewhere, all of them visibly excited. Each watched passersby as if they were thieves, their gazes sharp as knives.
It was only when Li Yun entered a restaurant
and heard the patrons talking that he learned the damned news about the Extinct Blade Sect Armory had leaked!
Three days earlier,
a startling rumor had appeared out of nowhere.
The Extinct Blade Sect, wiped out eight hundred years ago, had left behind an armory. A band of mountain bandits had now dug it up and stolen the thousands of Martial Dao books, Cultivation Techniques, and Martial Arts manuals inside.
The bandits' leader was called Blood Tiger Wang Chaoshan.
After robbing the Extinct Blade Sect Armory, he had fled his stronghold overnight and headed west toward Western Mountain Commandery.
The news had shaken not only the entire commandery but Martial Artists elsewhere as well. They had flocked here, some arriving several times faster than Li Yun.
"What the hell..."
"Of all people, they pinned the blame on Old Wang?"
Li Yun's heart tightened at once.
He lost all appetite, paid his bill, and left the restaurant.
If he did not find Blood Tiger Wang Chaoshan soon, those green-eyed Martial Artists would tear them apart alive!
But once outside, Li Yun found himself at a loss.
He had agreed to meet Xiuhe and Blood Tiger Wang Chaoshan in Western Mountain Commandery, but they had never settled on an exact location.
West Mountain Commandery was enormous.
Besides the