"I don't know."
"I seem to know something—I've heard that Jin Xuan was killed. Jin Feng coming here is likely related to that matter."
Jin Xuan—the young master of the Jin Clan, Jin Feng's grandson. Jin Feng was famously protective of his own. He treasured Jin Xuan beyond measure. Now that Jin Xuan had been killed, how could Jin Feng possibly let it go?
At the Outer Zone of the canyon, Martial Artists communicated through spiritual transmissions.
Spiritual transmissions were soundless and traceless. Outsiders could not hear them; only the two parties communicating could perceive them.
As for speaking aloud? They did not dare. Jin Feng was a Grandmaster, and his hearing far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Even if they lowered their voices, a Grandmaster's senses would still catch every word clearly. How could they dare discuss a Grandmaster to his face?
Jin Feng looked toward the canyon before him, his eyes filled with blazing fury. The person who had killed his grandson was inside this canyon!
Just as Jin Feng was about to enter, the soldiers guarding the place stopped him.
"Grandmaster Jin Feng, what are you doing?"
The soldier spoke, staring directly at Jin Feng without the slightest fear.
Earth-yellow armor, an icy mask, and a sharp spear.
Only the aura of a Half-Step Grandmaster emanated from him.
Yet before Jin Feng, he showed no fear at all.
Because behind him stood the Ancient Trace Kingdom.
"Someone inside killed a prodigy of my Jin Clan. I am going in to kill him!"
Jin Feng spoke in a low, furious voice. He did not choose to force his way in, but explained himself instead.
He had not lost his reason. He knew what sort of place this was.
This was territory guarded by the Ancient Trace Kingdom. Forget