Inside the Array Sect Martial Arts Hall.
Zong Yi and Qiao Long took their seats.
The people Qiao Long had brought with him were accommodated elsewhere.
At that moment.
Zong Yi could clearly see that the red dot was now some distance away from him.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Judging by the red dot, his target this time was not Qiao Long, that tough nut to crack, but someone among the group Qiao Long had brought.
"I heard that two talented disciples of the Array Sect Martial Arts Hall died under mysterious circumstances. Have you found the killer, Hall Master Zong?"
Unaware of what the other man was thinking, Qiao Long spoke with a faint smile.
Zong Yi's expression darkened slightly at his words, but he did not lose his temper.
"Thank you for your concern, Hall Master Qiao. We haven't found the killer yet. Does the Rising Dragon Martial Arts Hall intend to help?"
"We're both in the same line of work. If there's anything I can do, I would certainly be willing."
Qiao Long smiled faintly.
"It's just that finding a killer is easy, while nurturing disciples is extremely difficult. It truly is a pity.
Zhong Hua and Zhuang Yan were exceptionally gifted. Had they not died prematurely, they might really have had a chance to break through to the grandmaster realm and restore your hall's reputation.
But now that they're dead, nurturing new successors won't be so easy for you, will it, Hall Master Zong?"
"Whether I nurture successors is no concern of yours, Hall Master Qiao."
Zong Yi remained unruffled. He casually picked up a teacup, his expression indifferent.
"Surely you didn't come here just to exchange pleasantries, Hall Master Qiao. If you have something to say, say it. We've known each other