"His finger was severed?" Song Qingshu fell into thought. Ren Yingying had mentioned this to him before. At the time, he had thought of Hong Qigong, the renowned Nine-Fingered Beggar God of the martial world, but Hong Qigong could not possibly have abducted Huang Rong. "What was his martial arts like?"
Huang Rong thought back, then shook her head. "His martial arts were a mixed bag. He knew moves from every sect and school, but they were more powerful in his hands than when used by the disciples of those sects..." As she spoke, she began describing them.
As Song Qingshu listened, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him. "I know who he is!"
"Who?" Huang Rong's eyes widened, equally curious.
"Murong Bo!" Song Qingshu had just recalled an old incident. Back in the Jin Dynasty, Murong Bo had used the Canhe Finger to clash head-on with his sword qi, injuring his finger in the process. Coupled with his mastery of martial arts from every school, and his ability to surpass the very sects those arts came from, it was difficult to think of anyone besides the Gusu Murong clan.
"Wasn't Murong Bo already dead?" Huang Rong was stunned. Northern Qiao Feng and Southern Murong—much of Southern Murong's fame had been earned by Murong Bo. He was considered a grandmaster-level figure in the martial world, and when he had supposedly died years ago, it had caused quite a stir.
"He merely faked his death..." Song Qingshu then explained the Murong clan's ambition to restore the Yan State.
"So that's it!" Huang Rong was exceptionally clever. With enough information, she instantly pieced everything together. "He wanted his son, Murong Fu, to take control of Sichuan's military forces. Then he could seize the chance to rebel and restore Great Yan. But Jing