"Didn't your Qushan Sect have any patrolling disciples go missing?" Ye Gu Xing asked coldly.
Xue Sheng patted his chest and said proudly, "Of course not!"
"Very simple!" Ye Gu Xing retorted. "That is because your Sword Gate never dispatched any patrolling disciples beyond Xuntian City. All patrols within a hundred li around Xuntian City have relied solely on our Xunshan Sword Gate..."
"Who says so?" Xue Sheng roared.
"Ahem, ahem." Zhuang Hong hurriedly coughed twice and said, "At a time like this, there is no need to say anything else. The three of our Sword Gates must not suspect one another. Only by joining hearts and working together can we weather this crisis."
Just as Xue Sheng was about to say more, a sword cry rang out with a "Whoosh..." Everyone hurriedly looked up and saw a blood-red streak of sword light descend before Meng Peng in the blink of an eye.
Meng Peng did not dare delay. He hurriedly reached out and caught the sword light. After taking one look, he respectfully presented it to Ye Gu Xing. "Reporting to Sword Master Ye, this is a blood sword message from a patrolling disciple!"
Ye Gu Xing took the blood-colored little sword, one finger wide and several inches long, and drew a deep breath. With a flick of his finger, a streak of sword light entered the little sword. Then an urgent yet fortunate voice sounded. "Reporting to General Meng, this subordinate has discovered that those besieging Xuntian City this time are disciples of Xunyan Villa!"
"Xunyan Villa?" Everyone was stunned. They looked at one another, as though none of them had ever heard the name of this Dao Cultivator sect.
"Is... is it some formidable Cultivation family?" Zhuang Hong hesitated before asking Ye Gu Xing.
Ye Gu Xing