"Did the Three Great Sects not react?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
Lan Peng shook his head and said, "I don't know. They probably did react somehow; we just don't know about it."
"I see!"
Yang Zhengshan nodded.
Assassin organizations were the most difficult to deal with.
They appeared and vanished like spirits; trying to catch them by the tail was extremely difficult.
Yang Zhengshan did not understand the Soul-Severing Blade, but Yang Zhengshan had once faced the Shenyang Sect as well.
Back then, Da Rong's Secret Martial Guard had claimed to monitor the whole world, yet in the end, the Shenyang Sect had actually tormented them so badly that they could not lift their heads for decades.
In such a vast and complicated world, hiding was far easier than searching.
Let alone the Soul-Severing Blade—even the Secret Martial Guard that Lü Hua was now building was extremely covert. Trying to catch them all in one net would be incredibly difficult too.
Lan Peng looked at Yang Zhengshan and said, "This time, this old man came because there's something I'd like to ask your help with."
"Brother Lan, if you need something, just give the order. Why talk about helping or not helping?" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile.
Others feared the Soul-Severing Blade, but he was not especially afraid of it. At most, he felt the Soul-Severing Blade was somewhat difficult to deal with.
His greatest trump card was not his own strength, nor was it the Thunderbolt Spear, but the Spirit Source Land.
There was a saying that was very true: if we cannot afford to offend them, can we not still afford to hide?
If he really provoked an enemy he could not fight, at worst he would hide in the Spirit Source Land, hide for eight or ten