When Chen Yan returned to Kongyuan Mountain, it was already the dead of night.
After taking care of the two assassins, he encountered no further obstacles on his way back to the sect.
He hadn't hesitated at all when he killed them.
After all, they had come for his life.
And anyone who planned to kill had to be prepared to be killed in turn.
What was more, the two assassins had learned that his true cultivation was above the Martial Spring Realm. That meant he couldn't let them leave alive, no matter what.
But who had sent them?
Elder Fu Qian?
Chen Yan thought it unlikely.
Even though he had ruined the master of Cangwu Studio's major plans, Fu Qian could still make use of him.
Chen Yan was sure Fu Qian also wanted to know what intelligence Song Mingde had obtained that made the enemy lurking in the shadows take such an interest in him. Otherwise, Fu Qian wouldn't have handed over his token so readily.
At the very least, Fu Qian wouldn't make a move against him before he brought the intelligence back to Qingchan Peak.
What about Song Wencheng?
It was possible, but unlikely.
Rather than indulge in wild guesses, Chen Yan had a better way to determine who wanted him dead.
Early the next morning, Chen Yan first went to Kongyuan Mountain's Pill Hall.
Zhao Bin, dressed in a yellow robe, was still behind the counter, tapping it lightly with a bored expression.
"Junior Brother Chen?"
Hearing footsteps enter the Pill Hall, Zhao Bin looked up.
"Senior Brother Zhao, there's something I'd like to ask you about."
Chen Yan got straight to the point.
"What is it?"
"Have you heard..."
As he spoke, Chen Yan glanced at the ordinary Pill Hall disciples sorting medicinal herbs