The secret of the Rootless Wood.
The man was halfway through speaking when someone beside him shoved him hard. Not only did he nearly fall, but he also swallowed the unfinished second half of his sentence.
Yang Qing paid it no mind. "As the saying goes, the world holds countless secrets; know them all, and who knows how long you have left to live?"
"The more secrets a person knows, the less likely he is to live long. So you may keep hiding the secret of the Rootless Wood. There is no need to tell me."
The man who had spoken was so frustrated by Yang Qing's words that he nearly lashed out with another kick, but the person beside him stopped him again.
"In truth, you probably have no idea how weighty the things represented by this Rootless Wood are. Otherwise, you would never covet it when you already have the Bone Jade Thumb Ring."
A man who had been standing at the very back spoke to Yang Qing.
Yang Qing still wore a faint smile. "Quite right. Ever since this thumb ring emerged on its own and came into my possession, I have had some questions. Might you gentlemen tell me about the Twelve Holy Envoys?"
At Yang Qing's renewed mention of the Twelve Holy Envoys, the men's expressions changed.
But they quickly concealed it, giving no one cause for suspicion.
As meticulous as a strand of silk, Yang Qing naturally noticed, but he said nothing.
He was waiting.
Waiting for these men to reveal those secrets that should have remained buried deep, laying them bare before the world.
Just then, however, a stab of pain shot through Yang Qing's chest, though moments earlier he had felt he held everything firmly in hand.
The pain struck swiftly and