The middle-aged man leaned back in his soft chair and said leisurely, "I presume Senior Yao knows of the Qian Ji Pavilion?"
"Qian Ji Pavilion..." Yao Jiangcang froze for a moment and muttered under his breath before looking at the middle-aged man. "Wasn't that a sect that vanished three thousand years ago? What does it have to do with my Elder Brother's death?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, then suddenly waved behind him with a smile. "Qiu Heng, come out!"
As soon as he spoke, a cloud of white smoke rose from a dark corner of the platform. A white-robed man then appeared and slowly walked over.
"This is..."
The Old Man sized him up. Although he had already sensed that the man was at the Peak Dou Zong realm, he could still feel a trace of danger emanating from him.
"Hehe, perhaps Senior Jiang has forgotten that our Bei Ming Sect once took in disciples of the Qian Ji Pavilion who had been outside the sect. This man is the strongest among this generation of those disciples," the middle-aged man explained slowly.
"So what does this have to do with my Elder Brother's mysterious death? A mere disciple dispatched from the Qian Ji Pavilion probably wasn't capable of becoming involved in a life-and-death conflict between strong individuals at my Elder Brother's level, was he?" Yao Jiangcang snorted coldly, feeling that the middle-aged man was speaking in riddles.
This Bei Ming Sect Leader, Mo Xiu, had risen abruptly a century ago. After a life-and-death battle with the previous sect leader, he took the position and purged a large number of the Bei Ming Sect's older high-ranking members to consolidate his authority. Over the following century, he formed an Alliance with the Shi Ming Sect and led the Bei Ming