Slashing Blade

Inside the Great Luo Peony Hotel.

Masige, the Human Dragon of the Wheelcasting Mill, idly rubbed the Plague-Slaying Blade in his hand.

His Plague-Slaying Blade was not standard issue, but a special military knife resembling a pair of nail clippers. Its terrifying blood groove was enough to fill anyone with fear at a single glance.

"The Xue Clan certainly puts on a grand show... The main people in power are all meeting at the old residence in [Great Luo], leaving only a bunch of nobodies here to receive guests. Other than the upcoming auction being somewhat interesting, the rest is simply unbearable to look at."

Masige had narrow, elongated eyes, a face covered in strange scars, and a burly build. "Forget it... Is the information from headquarters confirmed?"

Behind him.

A Plague Exterminator in white replied respectfully, "It has been confirmed."

"Bladesmith Xing Lian was killed in the capital, [Palace]."

"And no information was sent back. Based on our assessment, he was most likely killed in a very short time."

Masige's expression darkened at those words.

Xing Lian was indeed not particularly formidable among Medical Dragons. After years of ruining other people's Plague-Slaying Blades and bullying the weak with his strength, he had long lost his drive to improve. It was only natural that he would be killed; quite a few people in the Chengyun court could accomplish that.

"But the identity of the attacker remains unknown?"

Masige lowered his head.

In this age of great contention, it was not merely the prices of medicine that had risen, nor only the status of alchemists and pharmacists that had soared. The underground organization known as the Wheelcasting Mill, capable of forging Plague-Slaying Blades, had likewise become highly sought after.

There were naturally countless factions secretly contacting the organization's bladesmiths.

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