As Su Xin's trusted aide, Li Huai might not have been as famous as Su Xin, but his name carried plenty of weight in its own right.
At the very least, the titles Zhao Lan had just listed had completely cowed Zhuo Dongtian and Chen Huainan.
Chen Huainan cleared his throat. "Li Huai invited us to meet him. The letter is very courteous, saying that they've only just arrived in Feilong City and would like to get acquainted with the three local powers. But in truth, this must be about Zhang Zhongye's murder.
"So the three of us must get our stories straight. We know nothing about this matter.
"With the strength of our three sects, getting involved in something like this would be tantamount to asking for death."
Zhao Lan and Zhuo Dongtian both nodded, agreeing with Chen Huainan.
Their roots were here in the Northwest Circuit. Though Su Xin had been given the title of Marquis of Blood God in name, with his fief here in the Northwest Circuit, no one knew how long he would remain here. If they leaked the information today, they might be the ones to suffer for it later.
Once they had settled on a plan, the three immediately had their people prepare a generous gift for Li Huai.
They couldn't afford to provoke the Northwest Alien Tribes, but they couldn't afford to provoke the Imperial Court either. It was best to make a proper show of respect.
Thus, the three set off for the Dark Guard's current headquarters, bearing valuable gifts.
All the martial artists who had formally joined the Dark Guard wore black martial uniforms. Only a ring of red thread around their shoulders and cuffs broke up the black—and it was an eerily blood-red shade. Every Dark Guard martial artist