Dong Muyu shook her head.
Li Hongzhao said, "Senior Brother Chonglou doesn't know who they were either?"
"They had their faces covered, and several of them ganged up on him!" Dong Muyu snorted. "If not for the protective sword bestowed by the Sect Leader, Senior Brother Chonglou would have lost his life this time."
Li Hongzhao said, "They covered their faces because they feared being recognized and retaliated against. That means they were people Senior Brother Chonglou knew... Did he have such deep enmity with anyone? If several people attacked together, then it wasn't a personal grudge... Was it for some treasure?"
Dong Muyu shook her head. "But Senior Brother Chonglou didn't obtain any treasure."
Looking thoughtful, Li Hongzhao glanced at Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "He couldn't identify their martial arts styles?"
Dong Muyu shook her head. "No."
Chu Zhiyuan frowned.
"If he couldn't identify them, then they weren't fiends," Li Hongzhao said. "What cultivation was Senior Brother Chonglou at?"
"Sixth Turn," Dong Muyu said.
"At Sixth Turn... with the martial arts of our Heavenly Sword Sect, he should have had more than enough strength to handle Seventh Turn experts. Were Seventh Turn experts the ones who besieged him?"
Dong Muyu said, "They were Seventh Turn. Senior Brother Chonglou couldn't even remember how many there were—perhaps six, perhaps seven. They lay in ambush and launched a sudden attack, swift and ruthless. Caught off guard, Senior Brother Chonglou was seriously injured after only a few moves. He didn't even have time to discern their styles; he could only flee for his life."
"Seventh Turn experts could never be nameless nobodies among martial sects, so they covered their faces, afraid Senior Brother Chonglou would recognize them... If it wasn't for profit, then it was a grudge? Senior Brother Chonglou should know