Taking Action

He had vaguely guessed the identities of those two middle-aged men.

Though they had not said so, from their bearing, the aura they exuded, and their manner of doing things, he had vaguely deduced their identities: men of the Yuan Zhen Dynasty.

They were most likely Secret Agents of Yuan Zhen's Tingfeng Pavilion.

He had never expected that Zhou Yifan had not pledged himself to the Phoenix Dynasty's Tingyu Terrace, but to the Yuan Zhen Dynasty's Tingfeng Pavilion.

He fell into thought.

Had the Yuan Zhen Dynasty still not given up, still determined to assassinate him?

Tingfeng Pavilion's intelligence network was exceptionally well-informed. They should have known how formidable he was.

Yet they still came after him without hesitation. Was this what it meant to be battered a hundred times and never yield?

Or perhaps they were confident of success.

Did they know that he had already obtained a spirit treasure?

"This is exactly as expected." A faint smile squeezed onto the tall middle-aged man's cold, stern face. "Prepare for the enemy with the worst in mind. He is petty-minded and will definitely make a move—and soon. If you let your guard down and really get trapped in the city, even packing up will be pointless. The Imperial Court will not intervene much."

"Yes," Zhou Yifan replied gravely.

If he truly fought Chu Zhiyuan, he likely had a chance of winning, but there would certainly be experts at Chu Zhiyuan's side.

If Fu Zheng was added to the mix, then he would have no chance at all.

So he still had to borrow outside strength.

His thoughts raced as he said solemnly, "Then I shall set off at once. Gentlemen, shall we go together?"

"We have a Qiyun Valley outside the city. If he dares come there, he will enter