"Calm your anger."
"Please calm your anger, Master."
Yao Ling'er's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly stopped Ning Xuanwu.
"Why are you stopping me? This man has gone too far, treating the Black Tortoise Sect with utter contempt. Move aside!" Ning Xuanwu roared furiously, itching to charge in at once and raze the Martial Arts Hall to the ground.
"Master, you must remain calm. Be careful—it could be a trap!" Yao Ling'er said earnestly. "He may have deliberately hung the Swift Cloak there to provoke us, then laid a trap. If Master truly falls for it..."
"Hm?"
Ning Xuanwu turned his gaze toward her.
"If Master takes the bait, you will truly fall into that villain's snare. Perhaps the two senior brothers met their ends by stepping into the same trap that day." Seeing Ning Xuanwu hesitate, Yao Ling'er continued persuading him solemnly.
At that, Ning Xuanwu suddenly came to his senses as well.
Wasn't the intent behind this provocation all too obvious?
Unable to help himself,
A trace of lingering fear surged onto his face.
"I was rash."
He sighed, suppressed his fury, and turned his gaze toward the death warrior.
"Don't worry. I always keep my word, so go without fear." Ning Xuanwu said, "The glorious yet arduous task of investigating the Martial Arts Hall is now yours."
The young death warrior gritted his teeth. "Please rest assured, Sect Master. I guarantee I will complete the mission."
"Remember, under no circumstances may you attract that man's attention, nor show the slightest hostility. Your priority is gathering information," Yao Ling'er reminded him solemnly. "You must be extremely careful."
The death warrior nodded. Under the gazes of Ning Xuanwu and the others, he cautiously walked toward the Martial Arts Hall.
As he neared the entrance, he paused for a moment.