Zhang Sanxian listened quietly, his face neither sorrowful nor joyful. Only after Lian Shanyu finished did he ask:
"Where is Fangzheng?"
"Don't worry." Lian Shanyu smiled. "Xiao Fangzheng is at Rain-Listening Tower's headquarters. He's perfectly safe."
Zhang Sanxian nodded soundlessly. "That's good."
"There's one more thing." Lian Shanyu's avatar, the fat old man, stroked his beard with a complicated expression. "Brother Zhang, perhaps you don't know this yet, but in the martial world today, you—have become the public enemy of all martial artists."
Seeing that Zhang Sanxian had no reaction, Lian Shanyu continued:
"The Canal River Gang, Vast Mountain, Hanging Sword Pavilion, Golden Cicada Temple, the remnants of the Ironclad Alliance, and countless other sects and factions—they all wish they could eat your flesh alive. When Screen Sea City exploded, nearly a thousand martial elites were killed. Every last bit of that blood debt has been pinned on your head. You'd best not show yourself lightly for the time being, otherwise—" Before he could finish, he suddenly slapped his forehead, shook his head, and gave a dry laugh. "Ha! Look at my memory. Forgot, forgot. You're at the pinnacle of the Sacred Embryo Realm now. Who in this world would dare bristle at you? That lot probably wouldn't even be enough for you to warm up, Brother Zhang."
Seated at the table, Zhang Sanxian lowered his pallid eyes and said indifferently, "Screen Sea City? An explosion? What do you mean?"
"Huh?" Lian Shanyu froze slightly. "You—you don't know? After you left, a massive explosion occurred at the Martial Arts Assembly. In the aftermath, only Rock True Person of Vast Mountain and Miao Lie, the young manor lord of Hundred Beasts Manor, survived. Of the two, Miao Lie left earlier and knew nothing of it. But Rock True Person swore with