Ming Lan shook her head slightly. "I do not care for these dead things. I only gave them a cursory glance; I cannot compare to Monk Zhengyan's meticulous eye. Go ask him. I am only curious—just what is the background of that young man whom Mansion Lord Jin personally ordered hunted down?"
What Master Ming meant was that, within Juebi City's territory, no Rogue Cultivator had dared to slap Bai Ri Mansion across the face head-on for decades. What backing did that fellow Yu Ci have, to dare do such a thing?
Was it the Li Chen Sect?
Even though Cheng Rong had already dealt with Yu Ci, he could not easily draw a conclusion. He could only offer an apology and head over there.
By the stream where the nine corpses lay sprawled, Steward Huang had long since spotted Cheng Rong approaching. His expression was indescribable; he could only tighten his face, cup his hands, and count that as a greeting. Cheng Rong responded with a beaming smile, but that attitude only darkened Steward Huang's face by several shades.
The enmity between Bai Ri Mansion and the Wanling Sect had stretched on for decades. Leveraging the advantage of its "Exclusive Handling Authority," Bai Ri Mansion suppressed this sole formidable enemy capable of threatening it at every turn. Thus, though the Wanling Sect possessed strength second only to Bai Ri Mansion, it could only retreat resentfully to the outskirts of Juebi City and struggle on in bleak circumstances. Against such a backdrop, even if the two sides could not be called irreconcilable as fire and water, neither would leave the other any face.
Just as Cheng Rong was about to go over and further "express his concern," Steward Huang strode away with a dark face. Cheng Rong could only suppress