Mo Tianxing's Furious Quest for Revenge

Lu Heng turned to look at Xiao Yi Xian.

"Let's go."

Xiao Yi Xian followed his steps, and the two returned to Moon-Watching Tower the way they had come.

As for Mo Ya, Lu Heng was determined to kill him.

He dared covet his Xian'er—if Mo Ya did not die, who would?

After the two left, the street behind them remained quiet for a long while.

Only after their figures vanished around the corner did anyone dare make a sound.

"That was... Mo Ya? The young sect master of the Black Emperor Sect?"

"He's... dead?"

"Who was that young man? A Dou Zong? How old did he even look?"

"It's over, it's over, it's over. The Black Emperor Sect's young sect master died on his own turf. Mo Tianxing is going to lose his mind..."

The news spread even faster than expected.

When Lu Heng and Xiao Yi Xian returned to their room on the third floor of Moon-Watching Tower, Zi Yan was pressed against the window, looking outside with a deeply regretful expression.

"Finished already? I didn't even get to watch!"

"There was nothing to watch. It took two breaths."

"That's exactly why I wanted to watch!" Zi Yan complained, pounding the window frame. "I wanted to see you fight!"

Qing Lin stood to one side. She had clearly sensed the burst of Dou Qi earlier, and her little face was slightly pale.

"Brother Lu Heng, those people just now..."

"The Black Emperor Sect's young sect master, along with several elders." Lu Heng pulled over a chair and sat down. "They had no eyes and spoke disrespectfully to Xian'er."

Zi Yan tilted her head, looked at Xiao Yi Xian, then at Lu Heng, and clicked her tongue.

"It was because of that again. Every time someone hits on the