When Xiang Yuan asked what they thought, Xiao Feng hemmed and hawed. Beside him, Xiao Ling lowered his head to stare at the ground, frowning in deep thought, as if wondering why there were no ants on the Ice Palace floor.
Seeing this, Xiang Yuan did not waste any time. He drove a fist into Xiao Feng's face, giving him a black eyeshadow look.
"It isn't that you wanted to talk—it's that I forced you to. And you're not some coward afraid of death; you're doing this to preserve the Xiao Clan's Grandmaster-level foundation," Xiang Yuan said considerately.
Wouldn't it have been better if Big Brother had thrown that punch sooner? He had me trembling with fear.
After taking a dose of the Great Memory Restoration Technique, Xiao Feng's mind immediately cleared, and he voiced the clan's half-baked idea.
First, the methods of the true culprit behind the scenes were unfathomable, and they had left behind very few useful clues. Whether it was the Dragon-Locking Demonic Array, the kidnapping of Jiang Yingjun, or the murder of imperial clan members, everything had been watertight. The only reliable lead in the Shendu Xiao Clan's hands was the Other Shore Gate.
Though the Other Shore Gate was one of the notorious demonic factions, all its members were ghost cultivators. The living could scarcely approach them, and they were mysterious to the extreme. Even the Shendu Xiao Clan could not find them.
The trail ended there.
When one plan failed, they switched tracks.
The mastermind had murdered imperial clan members, eliminating the possibility of a new emperor ascending the throne quickly. On top of that, they had spread rumors far and wide, intending to leave Western Chu leaderless around the matter of the throne and plunge it into division and internal strife.
And with