Zhang Jin stepped forward, his expression grave. Holding nothing back, he recounted every detail of the shocking ambush in Dengzhou's desolate hills.
He began with Yu Kun's petty jealousy and thirst for revenge: how he had secretly sent word to his clan and conspired with its grand elder.
Then came the roadside ambush, when Yu Cang, the Yu Clan's grand elder, joined forces with Kang Yang, an independent Vajra Force expert, to hunt them across a thousand miles.
Finally, Zhang Jin described how master and disciple had split up, fought to the death against impossible odds, survived one danger after another, and killed both Vajra Force experts. He reported the whole affair to Shi Songquan without leaving out a word.
The atmosphere in the hall grew heavier and more oppressive with every detail.
The more Shi Songquan heard, the darker his expression became. An oppressive pressure gathered around him, as though the Main Peak itself were bearing down on the hall.
He never could have imagined that a simple journey to visit a friend and gain experience in another prefecture would turn into an ambush by two Vajra Force experts—a fight to the death!
The Yu Clan!
One of Dengzhou's foremost lineages, it had deep foundations and experts as numerous as clouds. Arrogant and overbearing, it had never regarded the sects of Qingchuan Prefecture as worthy of notice.
All because of a younger member's private grudge and jealousy, they had sent a Vajra Force grand elder across the prefectural border to murder a Cloudpiercing Sect elder and a core disciple. Their methods were vicious and cruel, their arrogance boundless. They had utterly disregarded the martial world's rules between the two prefectures and treated human lives like grass!
By the time he had heard the full story, rage was churning in