Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for the Holy Dragon Sect.
Under cover of darkness, Qin Yuan hung the heads of Zhao Guangyao and his nephew in the most conspicuous spot at the Holy Dragon Sect's entrance.
It was not that the Holy Dragon Sect's disciples had poor eyesight and failed to notice Qin Yuan's movements. Rather, he knew the sect's internal layout far too well, and with his methods of concealing his presence, no one detected him.
Only at dawn, when a fish-belly white glow appeared on the horizon, did the Holy Dragon Sect's patrolling disciples look up and see the heads hanging from the ceremonial archway.
By then, Qin Yuan had long since left Holy Dragon City and had even reached a border city of the Heaven Dou Empire hundreds of miles away.
The Holy Dragon Sect's disciples were no strangers to those two heads, and the news immediately spread throughout the sect.
The sect's entrance was already crowded with townspeople who had come to watch the spectacle. Tuoba Xi stood beneath the archway, his expression utterly grim.
Although Zhao Guangyao and his nephew had contributed nothing to the sect, they had, after all, offered their proof of allegiance and were under the Holy Dragon Sect's protection. Now, the two had died violent deaths somewhere unknown, and their heads had even been hung at the Holy Dragon Sect's gates.
What exactly did the person behind this want? Did they intend to declare war on the Holy Dragon Sect?
Tuoba Xi could not help thinking of the battle that had taken place outside the city yesterday.
"Could yesterday's great battle have been that mysterious expert attacking Zhao Guangyao and his nephew?"
Even so, Tuoba Xi thought it unlikely. There had indeed been spatial fragments in that area,