The enemy had planted a large number of moles, and some manpower had already been lost.
If this continued, the resistance force he had only just organized would crumble like dry earth.
By now, news of his arrival in Pingjiang Town had likely reached the Pure Fragrance Cult.
Wang Xiang's brows were knotted tight. If it came to a head-on fight to the death with the Pure Fragrance Cult, that was his strong suit.
But the Pure Fragrance Cult's move was truly underhanded. He could not exactly cut open everyone's stomach to see whether there was a poison pill inside.
Wang Xiang pondered for a long while without coming up with an answer. He could only put on a stern face and ask everyone again.
"Do any of you have any ideas?"
"Uh... this..."
The seven or eight Three Refinements martial artists in the room scratched their heads and fumbled over their words, unable to say anything useful.
Seeing this, Wang Xiang sighed as well.
If worse came to worst, they could only gather everyone together and slowly screen them out. But if they did that, the Pure Fragrance Cult would likely stir up more trouble.
Just as everyone stood there with helpless expressions, Wei Luo stepped forward.
"Martial Uncle Wang, I have a method, though I don't know whether it will work."
Everyone's eyes turned toward Wei Luo in unison.
A man's shadow, a tree's name.
They had all heard, more or less, about how Wei Luo had resolved the Zhao Family's crisis. He had killed two Three Refinements martial artists in succession all by himself, so he could indeed be considered both brave and resourceful.
"Speak freely."
Wang Xiang had a rather good impression of Wei Luo as well.
Among those in this group, only Wei Luo had