"We can't possibly have offended the Ten Great Clans.
"Could it be that several other ancient kingdoms had joined forces and wanted to pick a fight with our Ancient Dragon Upper Kingdom?"
"You guessed wrong on both counts. If I told you who was destroying the kingdom, you'd definitely be shocked."
That man laughed.
"Who?" This also aroused the curiosity of those around them.
It was neither another ancient kingdom nor one of the Ten Great Clans. Who else possessed such strength?
"It's the True Martial Sacred Sect," someone said with a laugh.
"Let's go take a look. I heard they're at the City Gate.
"Some of the guards have already gone to report to the Kingdom Lord."
"True Martial Sacred Sect... that name sounds so familiar," someone said thoughtfully.
"Of course it sounds familiar. This force was once immensely glorious, but now... tsk, tsk."
The crowd's discussions drifted in from outside the teahouse.
They talked quickly, and they left just as quickly.
Inside the teahouse, the five people drinking tea were also intrigued.
The young man who knew the details
was named Zhao Danyang.
He smiled and said, "There's a fight outside. Let's go watch the excitement."
"Dan Yang," the woman beside him said.
"Don't forget our mission.
"You are not to stir up trouble."
"Qing Sister, I'm not stirring up trouble. I'm just going out to watch," Zhao Danyang pleaded as he looked at Zhao Qing.
He was impatient by nature, the sort who could never sit still.
Making him sit here and drink tea quietly
was worse than letting him go out and watch the excitement.
Zhao Qing was helpless and could only turn her gaze toward the Old Man seated at the head of the tea table.
"Second Grandfather."
She called out, but the Old