In fact, Huang Tian's secrets weren't the only thing people cared about. Some wanted him dead.
The members of the Flying Swan Sect, for instance.
And the Thousand Faces Old Ghost, whom the Flying Swan Sect had lured with a lavish reward. He had already arrived in Kunyun Prefecture's capital, ready to assassinate Huang Tian!
Rustle, rustle~
A bleak night wind swept through the streets and alleys of Baoqing Ward, sending dust swirling into the sky.
In a dark alley near Qinghui Garden,
an old man with sallow skin, sunken eye sockets, and cloudy eyes stood in the shadows. He silently watched Qinghui Garden and, farther away, the Martial Guard headquarters.
"I hear that old bastard Yu Jingcheng has emerged from seclusion and is holding down the fort at headquarters. It's very close to Qinghui Garden. He could fly over and reach it in just three or four breaths...
"But three or four breaths are enough for me to kill Huang Tian and make a leisurely escape.
"Heh, the Flying Swan Sect certainly knows how to spend. They're willing to give me a Treasure Elephant Sacred Fetus Pill. With that pill, I have a chance to break through to Grandmaster. A Grandmaster! Three sixty-year cycles of life, soaring through the skies and burrowing through the earth—what a delight!"
At the thought of becoming a Grandmaster and roaming the lands of Qin Province, a smile crept onto his lips.
After savoring the vision for a long while, he looked up at the sky. The night was deep and misty, the hour when people slept most soundly.
"Time to make my move!"
His expression sharpened. His bones rattled, and after several breaths, the gaunt old man had become an unremarkable young man of average height.
He looked exactly like a sturdy servant