"Zhao Village outside the city?"
"So it's Zhao Village outside the city. They even dared touch one of mine. Do they have a death wish?"
Li Yun did not yet know it was Xiuhe who had been abducted, but he had his suspicions.
He had always kept a low profile in Western Mountain Commandery.
He rarely showed himself in public.
He had made almost no enemies.
The one exception had been half a month ago, when he went to Cloud Immortal Valley and encountered a youth in White Robe with a group of guards.
At the time, the youth in White Robe had been returning from the direction of Cloud Immortal Valley with his guards, cursing all the way.
They had taken their anger out on Li Yun, and he had killed them.
He figured the force behind the youth in White Robe had traced his identity and residence and come seeking revenge.
But what did he care?
He had dared kill the youth in White Robe and his entire party. He was hardly afraid of the force behind them seeking revenge.
Right then,
he decided not to waste time and turned to leave.
Just then,
an unusual gaze alerted him.
He gave a cold laugh and vanished without a word.
When he reappeared, he was atop a building across the street, several hundred meters away.
A martial artist in fitted clothes lay on the roof, staring fixedly at Li Yun's residence.
Clearly, although they had left a letter directing him to Zhao Village outside the city, they still feared he might read it and refuse to go—or flee. As insurance, they had posted someone opposite his residence to watch him.
And the man they had left behind was no weakling.
He was a genuine Xiantian Martial Artist.
His cultivation