Xiao Zhuyun glanced at the two dark-skinned maidservants behind Chen Ming and said, "This concerns confidential matters. I ask that you have your attendants withdraw, Young Master."
Oh?
Chen Ming first glanced at Zhang Mingyu. Seeing no reaction from him, he grew even more curious. He waved a hand, sending Chunxiang and Xiaxiang outside to stand guard and keep anyone from approaching the reception hall.
Xiao Zhuyun dropped a bombshell. "Does Young Master know that disaster is already bearing down on you?"
Such a trick naturally could not frighten Chen Ming. With a sincere expression, he said, "I ask the young lady for guidance."
Seeing how composed he was, Xiao Zhuyun could not help but think more highly of him. "Sun Shicai has already concluded that Martial Uncle Huo passed the Sword Canon on to you. That man has lost all conscience. For the sake of the Sword Canon, he did not hesitate to murder his master. Do you think he will spare you?"
Murder his master?
Chen Ming's expression changed. He instinctively looked toward Huo Qianqian and Zhang Mingyu, and when he saw the grief on both their faces, he could not help but draw in a sharp breath.
In an instant, Huo Chengkun's death and everything that had happened afterward all linked together in his mind.
That day, Huo Chengkun had seemed barely injured. That old woman and her disciple had not harmed anyone from beginning to end. Yet that very night, he had suddenly died.
On the road to the funeral, Huo Qianqian and the others had actually been attacked.
Before setting out, Hong Mingquan had seemed to have a premonition and entrusted his wife and children to him.
And Huo Qianqian, rather than returning home, had remained at the Xiao River Sect.
After Zhang Mingyu returned,