After Chen Shigu died, his disciples had all left the tomb-robbing trade without consulting one another, each seeking his or her own path. The reason was simple: they were formidable martial artists, each with skills enough to make a living. Apart from Wei Xun, who had no choice because he was searching for a life-saving elixir, none of them wanted to keep rolling around in the dirt.
This gathering of the Master's School was not meant to discuss their master's belongings, but to determine who had sabotaged Pang Liangji's wedding. Though the Seven Sunset Techniques shared a collective name in the Rivers and Lakes, they were in truth a tray of loose sand, suspicious of one another, with no trust between them.
Wei Xun had caught the Cave Truth Master's disciple on the spot, making him the prime suspect. Although he had already offered a defense, Xu Baozhen himself was a deeply scheming old fox, and his words could not be trusted in full.
Seeing how things stood, Xu Baozhen diverted the flood of trouble eastward, pointing at Tuoba Sanniang. "I heard someone laid an ambush in the Blue Tent, scattering hidden weapons through it. Even Eldest Senior Brother fell victim. I've never studied hidden weapons, and my disciples never carry such things either. That's Third's specialty."
Tuoba Sanniang's willow-leaf brows shot upright. "I may excel at hidden weapons, but I've always scorned coating them with poison. I rely entirely on technique. I hear the ambusher used a gunpowder fuse to release sulfur poison fog. Where that gunpowder came from is something we ought to investigate properly."
With that turn of heaven and earth, she redirected the spearhead toward the Fire-Wielding Strongman, Luo Toutuo, who handled niter and sulfur every day.
Luo Toutuo's expression was cold. "Bullshit! If I'd done