"Your Majesty overpraises us. We merely did our duty," Xiao Ruofeng said.
"Master!
Your Highness, Marquis!" A tall, graceful woman with a cool expression, dressed in purple, slowly walked in from outside.
Yue Ji. More than ten years had passed without anyone noticing, and Yue Ji was now in her early twenties. With excellent talent, keen comprehension, and diligent effort, she had become an expert of the Grand Carefree Realm and the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial City Guards.
"Yue Ji, what is it? Speak freely!"
Yue Ji hesitated before saying, "I heard people of the martial world in the city discussing how, several months ago, Master Wuyou, abbot of Cold Water Temple in Gusu, suddenly passed away. Not long afterward, a coffin of pure gold was transported out of Cold Water Temple. The one escorting it was Snow Moon City's chief disciple, Tang Lian.
There were all kinds of rumors in the martial world about this coffin. Some said it contained the gold, silver, and jewels purchased with Cold Water Temple's incense offerings from the past decade. Others said it held the martial arts manuals Master Wuyou had accumulated throughout his life. Yet because of Tang Lian, countless martial artists coveting the Golden Coffin could only keep their distance.
Snow Moon City's name could certainly frighten off the third- and fourth-rate clowns of the martial world, while Tang Lian's hidden weapons and fists could drive away those ambitious second-rate experts. But if he encountered a true first-rate master, even Tang Lian, bearing the identities of Baili Dongjun's disciple from Snow Moon City and Tang Lianyue's disciple from the Tang Clan, might not be able to withstand them."
Gu Hui's expression remained calm upon hearing this. Master Wuyou had indeed been a great eminent monk, but Gu Hui had never had