"Song Yanluo, you've got some nerve. You actually dared to collude with the Radiance Cult!"
Lu Wenyuan stared at Song Yanluo and Chen Yuan, his face full of disbelief.
Before Song Yanluo could speak, Chen Yuan sneered. "Your Lu Clan of Tianshui City dared to collude with the imperial court to suppress our Radiance Cult. Did you never consider that one day, the Radiance Cult would come knocking at your door?
Lu Wenyuan, do you really think the Radiance Cult is made of clay?"
Lu Wenyuan's expression changed slightly.
When Zhao Wuji had approached him about joining forces to suppress the Radiance Cult, Lu Wenyuan had agreed without a moment's hesitation.
Five hundred years ago, the Radiance Cult had dominated the martial world. Even Tianshui City had needed to clear the way for the Cult's ships, and the Lu Clan had not even been allowed to monopolize the Lan River.
How could the Lu Clan of Tianshui City, which had dominated Lan Prefecture's waterways for so many years, endure that?
Thus, when it had come time to kick the Radiance Cult while it was down, the Lu Clan had contributed no small amount.
Now that the Radiance Cult was rising again, the Lu Clan naturally had to do its part to suppress it.
Although Lu Wenyuan believed the Radiance Cult could never truly rise again unless another Qin Wuye emerged, they still had to guard against the possibility.
Who could have expected that the Demon-Suppressing Alliance, which had only just been founded with such great fanfare, would be raided by Lu Beiming and his men, slaughtered into chaos, and left with shattered morale?
And now the Misty Rain Alliance had joined forces with the Radiance Cult, daring to attack Tianshui City while part of their elite forces were away. These