Shen Le—no, Shen Le himself had no idea who the Lu Family's enemies were. Uncle Liang did not know much either. That night, although Uncle Liang had vision and could see, he had hidden just like Shen Le and had not dared show so much as a hair...
Fortunately, the "immortal master" knew. Or rather, the "immortal master" had arrived on a flying sword that day and then flown off on one to save someone, and he had seen the banner of the group that had carried out the attack. "He?"
Shen Le frowned and looked up, desperately searching through his scant knowledge of Northern Qi.
"Which nobody's family is that?"
"Who cares which family it is? We'll just ask when we get there." The young man could not be bothered to think about it. He directly supported Shen Le beneath the elbow and took him into the air. "If this family is the right one, kill them. If not, force them to tell us who backs them, then kill our way up through their backers. Why think so much?"
Uh, weren't you the one leading this? Shouldn't it have been, "The Lu Family only needs revenge; the immortal master has more to consider"?
Why were you not considering anything at all? Were you just going to rely on immortal arts and brute force to bulldoze your way through everything?
Shen Le rolled his eyes beside him, shut his mouth, endured the gale whipping past him, and flew southeast with him.
As a towering city rose on the horizon, the young man lowered his sword-light and brought him down, then headed into the city on foot.
"Come on. We'll take a lap inside. If we find them, we strike. If we don't, we'll figure it out then."
Shen Le had