When Guan Jiankong of the Iron Sword Sect led a group of disciples down from the mountain gate, he saw more than a thousand constables from the Six Fan Sect glaring at them like tigers eyeing their prey, as if the Iron Sword Sect before them were not a sect but a massive slab of meat.
The last time they attacked the Xunfeng Sword Sect, they had reaped far too many benefits. The constables who had sat out that operation wanted to make up for it all in this one, while those who had taken part and tasted the rewards were eager to grab another share.
Guan Jiankong's heart tightened. He hurriedly cupped his hands to Su Xin. "May I ask what brings you to the Iron Sword Sect, Lord Su?
"If this is about your invitation for us to attend the discussions in Jiangnan Prefecture, which we declined, then let me apologize.
"The Iron Sword Sect had important matters to handle at the time, and we truly couldn't spare the time. If you need us now, Lord Su, the Iron Sword Sect will follow your orders without hesitation."
Guan Jiankong adopted an exceedingly humble posture before Su Xin. Anyone who didn't know better might have thought Su Xin was a Primordial Spirit Realm expert and Guan Jiankong a Xiantian Martial Artist.
But he knew that putting on the airs of a Primordial Spirit Realm expert before overwhelming force would only get him killed. Guan Jiankong was a clever man. He wouldn't do anything so suicidal.
Still, the Iron Sword Sect's young disciples were deeply indignant to see their sect leader groveling before this Imperial Court Hound. If not for the elders keeping watch, they would likely have started cursing already.
Seeing this, Su Xin smiled. "Sect Leader Guan, it