" no wonder... no wonder the city's been sealed up tight these past few days, like an iron bucket. Not even a fly could get in." Another man suddenly understood. "So that's what this is about! But... didn't the main altar send any experts over? The young master is dead—that's a huge deal!"
"Shh! Don't go poking your nose into that!" Third Prince lowered his voice even further, a hint of mystery and fear in it. "I heard... things are a complete mess at the main altar right now, too. It seems... it seems the young master wasn't the only one who got into trouble. The Protector who went to protect him also... also had his Divine Soul jade slip shatter. He's dead as dead can be!"
This news was even more shocking than the last.
If the young master was merely a good-for-nothing who abused his status to throw his weight around, then anyone who became a Protector had to be a true expert of the Blood Soul Sect, a pillar of the organization!
Even a Protector had died without a sound?
The atmosphere in the private room changed completely. If they had been shocked and gossiping before, now genuine fear hung in the air.
The strength of someone who could easily kill both a Protector and the young master was... simply unimaginable.
And such a terrifying enemy was probably... right here in Black Stone City!
At the thought that they might be sharing a city with such a demon, the Blood Soul Sect disciples who usually threw their weight around felt chills crawl up the backs of their necks. Even the fine wine in their cups had lost its appeal.
"Damn it, enough talk! This is bad luck!" A burly man downed a cup in one gulp, as