Great Ming, the Western Depot.
Depot Director Liu Xi sat listening to his subordinate's report.
"The Moving Flower Palace wiped out all those Jianghu people from Great Song? Hua Wuque had that kind of ability?"
Even if Hua Wuque had entered the Great Grandmaster realm, Jiang Biehe from Great Song was no weakling either. There had also been experts from Southern Shaolin, the Quanzhen Sect, the Southern Beggars' Gang, and others. How had they lost?
"Director, according to the information the Moving Flower Palace released of its own accord, the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult and Jiang Xiaoyu were also at the Moving Flower Palace, along with several elders. Four Branch Altars of the Sun Moon Demon Cult also mobilized in full."
Liu Xi nodded slightly. That made much more sense.
He had previously wondered whether Yaoyue had severely wounded the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult after succumbing to madness, but now it seemed she had not.
"Director, didn't His Majesty order our Western Depot to stop interfering in Jianghu affairs? I suggest leaving it to the Eastern Depot. Let them fight the Jinyiwei for power, and we can join forces with the Jinyiwei to destroy the Eastern Depot."
The Western Depot's Third Chief looked at Liu Xi. Surely the Director would be delighted with this suggestion?
Liu Xi looked at the Third Chief, who instantly sensed Killing Intent. He immediately dropped to his knees. "Please forgive me, Director. I should not have spoken out of turn."
Liu Xi reassured him softly, "It's all right. Just remember that in your next life."
Terror appeared on the Third Chief's face. He sprang up to flee, only to feel a force sucking him over.
Splat!
His heart meridian was shattered, and he slumped to his knees,