Shen Changchuan left Nanyang Commandery City.
He vanished without a trace. No one knew where he had gone.
But within Nanyang Commandery City, news concerning him had only just begun to spread.
Sun Butong, a five-satchel elder of the Beggars' Sect, had died. This was no small matter.
Above the five-satchel elders were the seven-satchel elders, and above the seven-satchel elders stood the four nine-satchel elders at the very pinnacle of the entire Beggars' Sect.
Though five-satchel elder Sun Butong could only be considered middle-ranking within the Beggars' Sect, his strength still made him a renowned expert in the martial world!
If the scope of that martial world was limited to Nanyang Commandery City, then he was unquestionably one of the absolute top experts standing at its peak!
With such a figure dead, how could he possibly fail to draw attention?
Elsewhere, news would not spread so quickly. At the very least, it would take ten days to half a month to reach other places, so it would not stir up discussion so soon.
But Nanyang Commandery City was different!
Sometimes, even a quarrel between two young masters on a street could spread throughout the entire city in no time at all.
Let alone news of the death of Sun Butong, an elder of the Beggars' Sect and a peak expert in Nanyang Commandery City's martial world!
Not long ago, when surviving Beggars' Sect disciples returned and discovered that all the sect's elite disciples at the ruined temple had been slaughtered, they hurried to the courtyard outside the city to report to Elder Sun Butong—only to find that Elder Sun Butong, too, had died there on the spot. They were so terrified their livers and gallbladders nearly split.
The whole sect branch had been wiped out!
An unknown murderer had