Long Qingmei saw the scene unfold outside the prince's residence.
She was so dumbstruck that she could hardly believe her eyes. It had been an utterly one-sided fight, hardly even worth calling exciting, yet it had nearly scared her to death.
Li Dalu had clearly just casually swung his sword once—and it was an ordinary wooden sword, at that.
Yet that single swing had outdone his opponent's countless strikes. Was this what it meant to overcome ten thousand techniques with sheer strength?
What she couldn't understand was how the scholar Li Dalu had clearly only swung once, yet it was as if he'd unleashed a thousand swords.
She even believed that if Tang Qingyu hadn't appeared so suddenly, the head of the Tang Clan would already be dead outside the prince's residence.
As expected, the Prince of Zhennan's residence in the Imperial City was the most unfathomable place of all.
Seeing her standing there in a daze, Jin Yuchun couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? Who got hurt? Or did someone die? If we're going to settle a score, surely we have to pay a price?"
Long Qingmei sighed. "The head of the Tang Clan is gravely wounded. An elder from the Golden Hook Gambling Den died beneath a tree and went to feed the fish in the lake. Want to go have a look?"
"No!"
Jin Yuchun pointed at Nangong Yunxiang. "Wang Xian probably saved his life back then for Flying Immortal Island's sake. I have no ties with that man."
"An elder of Flying Immortal Island nearly died in front of Jinling Crossing..."
She thought it over, then let out another forlorn sigh. "And the poor elder of the Acacia Sect died beneath the heavenly tribulation in front of Jinling Crossing... Wang Xian, you bastard! What have you got