BOOM!!!
The deafening blast exploded in Lu Chen's heart, throwing his thoughts into turmoil.
—Xiangnan!
—Xiangnan again!!
The Rakshasa Cult had originated in Xiangnan, and Master Ling Shui's traces had in fact also been found near Xiangnan.
What kind of place was Xiangnan—exactly?!
A chill silently crawled up Lu Chen's spine.
Just then, Hu Sanniang's cold voice pulled him back to reality. "I presume, my lord, that you know of the 'Xiangnan Secret Art.'"
Lu Chen's gaze sharpened as he ordered coldly, "Just continue."
"Yes!" Hu Sanniang drew a quiet breath.
At this point, she had already stepped onto a road of no return. There was no turning back; only by laying everything bare could she gamble for a sliver of life. She steadied herself and slowly revealed the secrets of the past.
"When Zhao family's old master, Zhao Wuya, was young, he was Li Qingyuan, Li City God's closest friend. Both loved the game of Go and often played until dawn. Back then, I often attended them at their side, serving tea and water."
"To be fair, Zhao Wuya truly had been an extraordinary hero in his early years.
"In temperament, strength, and breadth of heart alike, he stood among Jiangdu City's finest, with prestige beyond compare.
"Later, through his own efforts, he blazed a trail through brambles and thorns and single-handedly founded the Zhao family, rising into the ranks of the Four Great Families.
"In those days, every notable figure in Jiangdu respected him by three parts."
Lu Chen nodded.
Old Master Wu and Old Sun had mentioned this matter before at the wine table. When the two spoke of the Zhao family's old master, their voices had carried genuine admiration, enough to show how great his prestige had once been.
"And then?"
"Everything changed after his only