Lin Feng did not know who had invited him here, but he did not know how to work through the problem.
He knew the answer.
The target of this conspiracy was Li Yuanhao. That meant every step served that ultimate end.
Whatever the outcome, whatever the conspiracy, one thing was certain: tonight, Li Yuanhao had to die.
He had to die at Ninglingge's hands.
Facing Li Yuanhao directly and fighting his way through the palace gates to cut him down were two very different things.
Even if Lin Feng went on an unstoppable rampage, he might not be able to find Li Yuanhao at will.
Besides, he was not arrogant enough to think he could slaughter his way through the Iron Kites in Xingqing Prefecture, in a Western Xia Dynasty where human fortune flourished and martial strength abounded.
Lin Feng was made of iron.
Li Yuanhao was the blacksmith.
So, with every contact rounded up in one sweep, Lin Feng chose to find Ninglingge.
So Lin Feng picked up speed, carrying Jiang Quan on his back and moving through the streets like a horse that could gallop a thousand miles.
Ignoring everything around him, he opened an eye and saw a young dragon in decline.
Ninglingge's residence was the crown prince's estate, but his position as crown prince was like a tiny boat caught in a sandstorm.
It could capsize at any moment.
He lived in constant dread.
Jiang Quan gave in. He knew his entire network had been severed.
There was no other choice.
He pointed out the way, and Lin Feng heard dogs barking behind him.
More “Ghosts” had caught up.
The Goshawk worth a fortune took to the sky again, but Lin Feng remained calm.
These things alone could not catch him.
Night was approaching.
He did