In the northern mountain range lay the intertwined outlying branches of the Qilian Mountains and Kunlun Mountains, where forests stretched vast and wild, and the terrain was perilous.
Wu Jie rode Black Scorpion as they sped through the mountain woods.
Although he had escaped Scarlet Gold Manor alive, his heart was still filled with resentment that he could not dispel.
Their three factions had joined forces intending to lay a trap and seize the Treasure Map Fragment, yet the Grand Commandant's Residence had repeatedly exceeded all expectations.
They did not care about the life or death of an entire city or town's common people.
They did not care about the rise and fall, survival or destruction of great clans and aristocratic families.
Zhang Tiantu could even compromise and sacrifice his own bloodline for his goals.
They had not lost in strength.
They had lost in mentality, lost in scope of vision.
As horse bandits, they ultimately could not imagine how those lofty figures in power viewed profit and value.
Having lost to Zhang Tiantu, the resentment in his heart was hard to quell.
Yet he had no choice but to be sincerely convinced.
Fortunately, he had kept something in reserve.
Even though Wang Zhaoyi and Huang Xijuan had both died.
He was still alive. Was that not a victory in itself?
Of course it was!
He was even preparing to completely destroy Qu Feiguang's treasure map.
Zhang Tiantu might scheme without a single omission, the Fire-Worship Sect might overawe the Western Regions, and the Central Lands Underworld might be sinister and ruthless—but so what?
Let the Grand Commandant's Residence, the Fire-Worship Sect, and that Underworld Mansion fight all they wanted. In the end, they would merely be scooping water with a bamboo basket.
This was the victory that belonged to