What Ning Xiaochuan could not understand was this: a powerhouse like Ming Yang, whose whole heart should have been devoted to sword cultivation, had suddenly begun currying favor with the Princess Lanfei and even seemed to intend to pursue her?
This was highly abnormal!
For cultivators of the Supreme Sword Dao, there was only the sword in their hearts—no women, no romance.
Since ancient times, everyone who had successfully cultivated the Supreme Sword Dao had been one who forgot passion and severed love. All worldly bonds could be cut away with a single sword.
Whoosh!
A pebble wrapped in mystic qi flew in from outside the stone house.
Ning Xiaochuan struck like lightning, catching the pebble between his fingers. In a low voice, he said, "Who is it?"
He chased outside, but the person outside had already left.
Ning Xiaochuan fixed his gaze on the pebble in his hand. It gave off a faint fragrance, and two lines of delicate writing had been carved upon it. Clearly, the words had been carved by a woman.
It read:
"Ming Yang is from Dark Emperor City, a disciple of the Undead City Lord. His pursuit of the Princess Lanfei is the Undead City Lord's intention—Netherworld Manor."
When Ning Xiaochuan saw the four-character signature, "Netherworld Manor," his heart gave a slight jolt. He immediately crushed the pebble in his hand into powder.
"Ming Yang is actually the Undead City Lord's disciple. Then he must be the First Leader of Dark Emperor City who has never shown himself."
"Who gave me this pebble? Netherworld Manor was only just established. Within the Emperor Ruins, only Murong Wushuang and I know that Netherworld Manor exists. Yet the writing on this pebble was carved by a woman, so it definitely could not have been Murong Wushuang. Who