Though the two sects shared the same origins and each had its own leader, they were nominally brother sects, with extremely close ties and a relationship that had always remained very stable.
"That's right. Though Chief Qiao and I have never met, we have exchanged letters when discussing important matters. He is a man of towering loyalty, and his martial arts have reached the pinnacle. He is truly a rare hero in this age."
Huang Rong wore a pale goose-yellow casual dress today. Though she was at home, the dignified grace between her brows and eyes remained impossible to conceal.
Yet as she read the letter's contents, her delicate brows drew tightly together. The trace of sorrow made her tender face, as youthful as that of a woman in her early twenties, seem all the more deserving of sympathy.
"However, what the letter describes is no small matter. Several of the Northern Beggar's Sect's most senior elders have jointly sent a carrier pigeon message, claiming they possess evidence accusing Chief Qiao Feng of not being a Song man, but... but a pawn placed in the Central Plains by the Mongols. Worse still, they claim that he himself is a Mongol."
"Those not of our race are sure to harbor different hearts."
Lin Xuan repeated that devastating saying of this era with a smile.
"Once that label is pinned on him, Qiao Feng probably won't be able to keep his position as Chief of the Beggar's Sect."
Although Lin Xuan had long known all this through the script, watching these events unfold for real in this world still stirred within him a thrill at the thought of shaking the winds and clouds.
"The Northern Beggar's Sect is in utter chaos now. Though Chief Qiao enjoys immense prestige, once the question of