After speaking, Wu Qichi stood tall with his head held high, pride written across his brow.
In truth, volunteering to come here today had been no spur-of-the-moment decision. He had been calculating this move for some time.
Chen Ye had now earned Cui Changfeng's favor in the camp. Coupled with his extraordinary talent for cultivation, this had already drawn quite a few people to his side.
The secret schemes Wu Qichi and Cui Rong had plotted earlier had almost certainly reached Chen Ye's ears.
He could not sit and wait for death. He had to seek an opportunity himself.
Ideally, he would end this once and for all, completely eliminating the thorn in his heart.
Otherwise, given Chen Ye's cultivation and terrifying talent, once he matured, Wu Qichi would find himself trapped in a desperate plight.
If he could persuade these men, he could not only seize the chance to escape this nest of trouble and seek refuge with another powerful aristocratic clan, but perhaps dispose of Chen Ye along the way.
"Well?" Wu Qichi asked calmly.
The old man seated at the head of the Main Hall pondered for a long while before saying, "Let us hear it."
Wu Qichi spoke with easy confidence. "Elder, have you heard what happened at Heliang City?"
"Oh? Is there some inside story?" the old man asked flatly. "I advise you not to keep me guessing. Speak!"
Hearing the faint threat in his tone actually steadied Wu Qichi's heart.
From the intelligence they had gathered earlier, the various divisions of the Heavy Martial Pavilion were far from an ironclad whole.
Each fought its own battles, and information did not flow freely between them.
Word of the operation at Heliang City clearly had not reached this place.
That gave him room to maneuver and