Just as both sides stood at sword's point, a gentle, composed voice suddenly came from beyond the crowd. Like a clear spring poured over boiling oil, it instantly subdued the surrounding clamor. "What happened here? Such a commotion has spoiled the enjoyment of the night market."
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw the crowd automatically part, opening a path as two figures slowly approached.
Walking in front was a middle-aged man in a moon white robe. He was handsome, with a gentle smile between his brows, casually playing with a string of freshly bought Bing Tang Hulu in his hand. It was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Beside him was a delicate little girl with her hair tied in double buns. Her big eyes darted around as she curiously observed the scene. She was his daughter, Ning Rongrong.
Why was Ning Fengzhi here?
Prince Xue Xing and Xue Beng were both stunned, their expressions instantly turning complicated.
Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Upper Three Sects, it maintained close ties with the Heaven Dou Empire. Ning Fengzhi's standing was something not even they could disregard; even Xue Ye had to take him very seriously.
More importantly, they were currently putting on a profligate play. Being caught by Ning Fengzhi made them feel rather uncomfortable.
"Sect Master Ning?"
Prince Xue Xing quickly suppressed the anger on his face and forced out a smile as he stepped forward. "What a coincidence. You came to browse the night market too?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled and nodded. His gaze swept over the corpses on the ground and the Soul Masters facing each other with drawn blades. Surprise flickered in his eyes, but he did not ask directly. "I brought