"Judging by his qinggong and movement technique, the man just now used Shaolin's ultimate art, 'Reed Crossing River.' It's said this skill is extraordinarily difficult to cultivate, and even in Shaolin Temple, not many people know it.
"I've never heard of anyone in the jianghu knowing this martial art, either. But during one escort run, I happened to hear that twenty years ago, a Shaolin monk who knew this ultimate art joined the Brocade Guard."
Neither "Shaolin Temple" nor the "Brocade Guard" was someone they could afford to provoke. Chief Escort Zhao's answer directly snuffed out everyone's desire to dig deeper.
In life, ignorance was a rare blessing. If you did not want to die knowing exactly why, you had to suppress your curiosity.
With this extra incident, the sense of crisis in everyone's hearts rose another level.
Ever since the great war between the righteous and the demonic had erupted, countless jianghu gangs and martial clans had been destroyed. No one knew when such disaster would fall upon their own house.
Zhou Wenyuan glanced at the sky and said solemnly, "Everyone, now that things have come to this, stop holding back. Activate every connection you have. If we wait any longer, it'll be too late.
"The people from the Mount Hua Sect are just outside Pingyang City. From the looks of it, they intend to meet up with the people from the Mount Heng Sect here. The Demonic Cult's vanguard has also arrived. Leading them is the Cold-faced Protector, Li Qingzhong.
"Battle could break out at any moment, and neither side will tolerate unstable factors. If you don't want to be cleared out, make your choice now!"
Who among those who roamed the jianghu did not have a few friends? Whether those friends could be relied on was one