In West City, inside a dim little courtyard.
A bean-sized candle flame flickered, driving away the darkness in the room bit by bit.
Yi Shan, dressed in a long azure robe, stood beside the candlelight, his expression grave as he looked at Hou Jun across from him.
"What happened?"
By now, Hou Jun had already changed out of his night-traveling clothes. His chest was wrapped in white cotton cloth, and fresh red blood had dyed the white cloth crimson.
"It was Yu Qingyi!"
Hou Jun was in his thirties. As his name suggested, he had a handsome, refined appearance; even with his face pale from his injuries, he still possessed a frail, sickly beauty.
"Yu Qingyi!" Yi Shan's eyes flickered. "How could she be here?"
Hou Jun was silent for a brief moment before saying, "Big Brother has been suppressing the Azure Sky Sword Sect all this time."
Yi Shan was stunned.
He was the strategist of Black Cliff Stronghold, and his status in Black Cliff Stronghold was second only to Rong Qianjun, the chief stronghold master. Even Zheng Seven-Blade and Hou Jun, the two stronghold masters, could not compare to him.
All along, he had been the one devising plans and strategies for Rong Qianjun, and the reason Black Cliff Stronghold had been able to keep growing stronger over these years was also due to his schemes.
And yet, he knew nothing at all about Black Cliff Stronghold suppressing the Azure Sky Sword Sect.
"Why suppress the Azure Sky Sword Sect?"
But the moment he asked that question, he thought of the answer.
Why?
There were too many answers to that question.
Black Cliff Stronghold and the Azure Sky Sword Sect were both Jianghu sects in the Liaodong region, so the two were natural competitors to begin with.
And