Zhao Lan hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Zhuo Dongtian. The other man wore the same expression, so Zhao Lan could only grit his teeth and tell them everything.
Actually, Zhao Lan and the others hadn't seen who killed Zhang Zhongye, but they were certain the killer had to be someone from the Tuoba Clan.
These Northwest Alien Tribes were all descended from the remnants of small ancient kingdoms destroyed by the Human Emperor. Though their ancestors had been vanquished by the Human Emperor, their legacies were by no means weak. Take the Tuoba Clan, for example. Among the more than fifty Northwest Alien Tribes, they weren't among the very strongest, but they were certainly in the top twenty. They even had a Yang Spirit Realm martial artist presiding over the clan.
Just as the Six Fan Sect's scouts and Zhang Zhongye's subordinates had said earlier, when Zhang Zhongye served as Military Governor of the Northwest Circuit, he'd cared only about pleasure and rarely offended anyone. Of course, he couldn't afford to offend the Northwest Alien Tribes, either.
After all, Great Zhou needed peace and stability in the Northwest. If he really stirred up trouble, Great Zhou wouldn't let him off lightly.
Zhang Zhongye hadn't offended anyone himself, but the one who truly had was his son, Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen had no talent for martial arts, but like his father, he was fond of wine and women—a thoroughgoing young wastrel.
Though Zhang Chen was a wastrel, he wasn't stupid. He knew whom he could provoke and whom he couldn't, and generally stayed away from the Northwest Alien Tribes.
One day, Zhang Chen took a liking to the legitimate daughter of the Zhang Family, a minor local power in the Northwest Circuit. Taken by her beauty, he wanted to