In a tavern in Great Ming.
Lu Xiaofeng was leisurely drinking wine.
He suddenly heard many martial artists discussing Lin Lang and froze for a moment.
"Lin Lang wants to kill Ren Woxing? That can't be possible, can it?"
If Lin Lang really had that intention, he could have killed Ren Woxing after killing Dongfang Bubai back then. Why wait until now?
Although he hadn't had much contact with Lin Lang, he knew Lin Lang wasn't that sort of person.
"It seems someone deliberately spread this news to cause internal strife in the Sun Moon Holy Cult and hold back its expansion."
After Ren Woxing resumed control of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, it had expanded far too quickly.
It had established more than a dozen Branch Altars, destroyed the Northern Beggars' Gang, and swallowed up the Giant Whale Gang. Every step had shaken Great Ming's Jianghu.
Some even said the Sun Moon Holy Cult was already the greatest sect under heaven.
"I'm sure Lin Lang can handle this trouble himself. He won't need my help."
Lu Xiaofeng put down his wine cup. He had no desire to get involved in this sort of thing. Better to find somewhere to hide and relax while he was at it.
He happened to have gotten hold of some money recently. He could try his luck at a gambling house. If he won enough, he could live it up for a long time without having to freeload at Lin Lang's Fragrant Pavilion again.
As he rose to leave, he saw an old man enter with a young girl.
He couldn't help giving them a couple of extra looks, but left nonetheless.
Right now, nothing mattered more to him than a little gambling.
Sun Xiaohong looked at Old Man Tianji. "Grandpa, who was that