Xiao Hua was quite puzzled by Xiong Yi's words and asked strangely, "Oh? Why?"
"The four kingdoms Junior Brother Lan Dianzi mentioned were all destroyed a year ago. This disciple also received word that something major happened in Changsheng Town of Xi Kingdom two months ago. The Confucian cultivators can barely attend to themselves and will not make any moves anytime soon."
"What? What major event?" Xiao Hua felt deeply attached to Changsheng Town. His heart jolted again, and he hurriedly asked.
"The abbot of Jiangchao Temple, Liaoshan, was killed!" Xiong Yi had merely mentioned it in passing, yet he had not expected Xiao Hua to take it so seriously. He stood there, somewhat puzzled, as he answered.
Xiao Hua frowned and asked in surprise, "Jiangchao Temple? Liaoshan?"
Yes, when Xiao Hua had left Changsheng Town back then, Jiangchao Temple had still been a Daoist temple. How had it now become a Buddhist monastery? And was not the monastery in Changsheng Town Little Gold Temple? Was its abbot not that Mingyue?
But Xiao Hua immediately came to his senses. He himself could leave Changsheng Town, so why could not its people, affairs, and things change?
"Do you know who killed him?" Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes. "Was it the Confucian cultivators?"
"It was definitely the Confucian cultivators!" Xiong Yi replied with a smile. "Even if it was not the Confucian cultivators, it had to be the Confucian cultivators!"
"Hiss..." The instant Xiong Yi said this, Xiao Hua sharply sucked in a breath. His entire body froze in place, and he could not help murmuring in shock, "Sword Dao Battle..."
Xiao Hua was not the only one stunned. Liaoshan's death made him think of the Sword Dao Battle on Xiaoyu Continent. At this moment, Cimei, seated cross-legged atop Jiangchao Ridge, was