Gai Jiuyou had grown shrewd with age. When he learned a year ago that Xia Jiuyou and Jiang Tingting intended to set foot on the Starry Sky Ancient Road, he had already felt that this would be troublesome. He knew the Starry Sky Ancient Road was no longer what it once was.
Compared with the Starry Sky Ancient Road of the Desolate Ancient Era, the road today could be said to have fallen into the hands of certain powers. That was fine, too. He could use his own might to pressure them, and they could see whose fist was bigger.
He also worried that if Jiang Tingting and Xia Jiuyou were bullied and used the trump cards Jiang Ming had given them, they would alert Jiang Ming. Then the Starry Sky Ancient Road would probably become a road along which the Eastern Demon slaughtered guide envoys, killing his way from one end to the other and utterly destroying the Human Race's Starry Sky Ancient Road.
Indeed, old ginger was the spiciest.
Ye Fan, meanwhile, wore an odd expression. Why did this whole affair feel so strange to him?
Judging by the guide envoy's behavior, he would rather slap his own face than punish Jiang Tingting, Xia Jiuyou, or Jin Ling?
As for the Eleven Riders of the Desolate Heaven, it seemed he would have to act and dispose of them once they entered the trial road.
If Jiang Ming learned of this, would he, their uncle, have any face left?
But that night,
something happened. Someone committed murder in the First City after dark, and the target they had chosen was none other than the residence of Jiang Tingting, Xia Jiuyou, and Bai Ling.
It seemed someone wanted to throw the Human Race's Starry Sky Ancient Road into chaos. The