That day, an extraordinary number of messenger hawks and pigeons flew out of Kunyun Prefecture City. Huang Tian's killing of a grandmaster had clearly shaken the intelligence agents stationed there by every faction, and they were all rushing urgent reports out of the city.
Huang Tian, the cause of it all, calmly took Pei Guan's head to the Martial Guard offices first.
They inspected the head and recorded his merit.
In truth, there was little need to inspect it closely. With such a commotion outside the east gate, who among the officials hadn't heard?
Once the head had been inspected and his merit recorded, Huang Tian found Bai Yuanfu and asked for ten days off.
In the warm chamber, Bai Yuanfu looked surprised. "Ten days off? Are you injured?"
Huang Tian shook his head. "No."
"Not injured... Wait, the dragon horse!"
Bai Yuanfu suddenly recalled Yu Jingcheng telling him to prepare a dragon horse. Coupled with Huang Tian's sudden request for ten days off, it clicked.
"You're going to the Flying Swan Sect?"
Huang Tian nodded. "Yes."
"Are you confident?"
"As confident as if I were slaughtering a chicken."
Bai Yuanfu was so shaken he could hardly speak. The Flying Swan Sect was one of Kunyun Prefecture's five great sects! It had stood in the prefecture for seven hundred years. At its height, it had three Third Rank grandmasters and wielded such power that it was practically the foremost of the five!
It had indeed declined, but its grand elder, Ke Rujing, still held the fort. Ke Rujing had entered the Third Rank more than fifty years ago and was formidable even among those of his rank. He would not be easy to deal with.
Yet Huang Tian looked so composed and confident. Remembering that he had even killed Pei