Wang Wu and Ba Ying swiftly drew their Xiuchun Blades and barred the doorway.
They let no one in or out, trapping Master Xinhu and Master Xinmei at the scene of the crime.
Hearing Lin Lang's shout, a crowd rushed over—not only Northern Shaolin's monks, but also many Jianghu people staying overnight.
"Senior Bai Xiaosheng is dead?!"
"What happened? Who would dare harm Elder Bai? Who could harm him?"
Although Bai Xiaosheng was not renowned for his martial prowess, he was still a peak Martial Arts Grandmaster. None of these Jianghu people was his match.
Of those who had arrived over the past few days, apparently only Zhuge Gang and Lin Lang could have done it. But Zhuge Gang had clearly left, and Lin Lang was the one who had made the matter public. Who could it be, then?
Ba Ying asked quietly, "Lord Wang, who did this?"
Lin Lang had only just brought him back when something this serious happened.
Having already received Lin Lang's instructions, Wang Wu deliberately said loudly, "Few people have the nerve, and even fewer have the ability."
"It was either Zhuge Gang of the Golden Coin Gang, or someone among this crowd used some underhanded means."
The Jianghu people blanched. "Y-you shouldn't make reckless accusations! How could we attack Senior Bai Xiaosheng?"
"Exactly! We couldn't respect him more. Besides, we're no match for him, and we've been together the whole time."
They did not enjoy the privilege of private courtyards. Like the ordinary monks, they slept in communal quarters, ten to a room.
These Jianghu people could all put up with it. Eating in the wind and sleeping beneath the dew were commonplace when roaming Jianghu.
Lin Lang declared loudly, "Bai Xiaosheng may have been a skilled fighter, but he wasn't killed in combat.