After Su Jiu vanished before everyone's eyes, they all began searching the surrounding area. Xia Jue even led several people across the mountain of corpses and sea of blood before them and into the Heavenly Demon Sect's main hall.
When the group entered the main hall, they found it was not empty as they had expected. Someone was actually still seated in the seat of honor.
The man before them wore glittering gold robes, and a warm smile rested on his face, without a trace of the gloom that clouded Gong Hao's expression. Had he not been sitting in this sinister palace, almost no one would have considered such a sunny-looking young man a threat.
Most of those present had no idea who he was. Even Tong Qi and Feng Piaoxu merely looked puzzled.
But there were always an exception or two.
When Xia Jue first saw the man, he found him somewhat familiar. After studying him a little longer, a flicker of recognition crossed his face.
Ning Fan, however, recognized the seated man at first glance.
"Gong Wusheng."
A trace of surprise flashed through the seated man's eyes when he heard Xia Jue speak, but he soon broke into another smile. "You truly live up to your reputation as the Enforcement Hall's hall master. Is there anything under heaven you don't know?"
Xia Jue's gaze darkened slightly, and the sword in his hand was already itching for action.
Gong Wusheng also seemed to know why Xia Jue and the others had come, yet his face betrayed neither fear nor tension.
The people behind Xia Jue, however, were already growing impatient.
A sharp edge gradually rose in Tong Qi's eyes. He knew all too well that the longer they delayed, the greater the danger would be, and he could not