"Such a damned trap..."
Xiang Yuan stood where he was with one hand on his hip, tilting his head up at a forty-five-degree angle to gaze at the sky. His heart felt exhausted. He really wanted to die.
He did not even need to ask to guess that the witless bastard had broken the seal over the Northern Qi capital's fortune golden dragon sometime around February this year. The moment he broke the formation in Shendu of Western Chu, the witless bastard destroyed Northern Qi's Dragon-Locking Formation right afterward. With both sides acting at once, the mastermind behind it all had been deeply wary, which was why the people in the Southern Jin capital had vanished from their empty house.
With that explanation, everything immediately made much more sense.
If he dared to guess even further, the mastermind was wary of the witless bastard. Whether Xiang Yuan was involved or not made no difference.
So why couldn't that rotten old man simply save Northern Qi's fortune golden dragon and properly serve as the Liu Clan's great benefactor? Why did he have to dig a pit and wait for his own disciple to jump into it?
Would he die if he did not screw over his own people?!
Xiang Yuan could only call it utterly miserable. Pure as a little white flower, with a master who dug pits every other day, even if he was not tricked to death, he would be led astray.
One day, if he turned into a bottomless pit himself, it would all be that witless bastard's fault.
Xiang Yuan thought the pit was far too deep. So did Liu Che. He believed that since Old Daoist Quexin could foresee the mastermind's return, he should also have foreseen that the Mountains and Rivers Geomancy Map could not