Lu Changfeng raised an eyebrow.
The name Swordplay Pavilion was certainly familiar to him.
Several days earlier, the Swordplay Pavilion had sent the Seven Swords of Swordplay to aid Zong Chuke in a murderous assault on the Princess's Residence.
Those seven had wielded a fierce sword formation with exquisite coordination. Had the Princess's Residence not prepared in advance, a defeat would have made them all accomplices to Zong Chuke!
He looked at Xu Yuanzhi, a hint of amusement entering his voice. "The Swordplay Pavilion once sent men to oppose the Princess's Residence. Such foolish conduct hardly seems fitting for descendants of Guo Pu, a master of divination."
Xu Yuanzhi smiled. "The Guo Family was one of the founding roots of the Swordplay Pavilion. But the family and the sect parted ways fifteen years ago."
Lu Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The Guo Family has now withdrawn completely into the shadows."
Xu Yuanzhi lifted his teacup and took a gentle sip. "Guo Shouzhuo also vanished fifteen years ago. Since then, he has been like a divine dragon whose head appears but whose tail is never seen. Still, the Hundred-Knowledge Hall can confirm that he is alive."
Lu Changfeng looked at him. "How can you tell?"
Xu Yuanzhi set down his teacup and said softly, "Because the [Purple Cloud Whisk], ranked eighth in the Divine Artifact Register and once Guo Pu's personal divine weapon, is now in his hands. That whisk is exceedingly strange, said to be 'soft enough to coil around a finger, hard enough to cleave a mountain.' If you go to Jiangnan and face him, sir, exercise the utmost caution."
Lu Changfeng silently studied Xu Yuanzhi's eyes, which saw everything as clearly as a blazing fire. "You seem certain that I will fight the Guo Family."
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