To think the Clear Sky Sect would dare strike at their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Had they gone mad?
Ning Fengzhi's fingers clenched tightly around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Its smooth, mutton-fat jade body grew faintly warm beneath his grip, his knuckles turning white.
The shock in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only utter calm. Even his voice was held steady, without a ripple. "It couldn't have been Tang Xiao."
"We know better than anyone what position the Clear Sky Sect is in." He paused, sweeping his gaze over everyone. "To preserve his sect, Tang Xiao severed his ties with Tang Hao before the entire continent, cutting their brotherhood apart like a robe. Five of the seven elders have already openly turned against him. He can't even keep his own sect under control, and his own troubles have him overwhelmed. Where would he find the nerve or the strength to slaughter everyone at all our properties in Heaven Dou City overnight?"
"Besides, if he really dared to strike, he would never leave such a conspicuous mark as the character 'Hao.' This wasn't a declaration of war. It was plainly an attempt to frame him and force us and the Clear Sky Sect to tear each other apart."
Gu Rong's brows knotted together, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. Bone dragon soul power surged around him unconsciously. "Then who was it? Spirit Hall? They've always seen our Upper Three Sects as thorns in their eyes. Perhaps they wanted to use Tang Hao's name to sow discord, then reap the fisherman's reward while we fought!"
"It wouldn't have been Spirit Hall, either."
Chen Xin spoke slowly, the scabbard of the Seven Kill Sword gleaming with a biting chill. His tone was as decisive as a