The Black River Gang.
It was a small gang under the Sun Moon Holy Cult. Its leader had merely opened his Ren and Du Meridians and only just broken through to the grandmaster realm.
Yet this weak little gang controlled the Jianghu forces within a hundred li. After all, they had someone backing them.
At that moment, its leader, Liu Zhi, was sighing miserably. Two days earlier, several elders and altar masters of the Sun Moon Holy Cult had led their men to wipe out several Branch Altars of the Azure Dragon Society. When they stopped at his place to rest, an old man had killed them all.
Had he not been needed to deliver a message to the Holy Cult, not even the chickens and dogs of the Black River Gang would likely have been spared.
When two great dragons fought, neither suffered much injury, but the little fish and shrimp around them suffered devastating casualties.
"Half a day left. The Right Envoy will come, won't he?"
Liu Zhi was deeply uneasy. If the Right Envoy did not come, that terrifying man would slaughter everyone in his Black River Gang.
The man's strength was truly terrifying. He had not even needed to lift a hand; a single glance had killed several grandmaster elders and altar masters.
Suddenly, a white-haired old man appeared in the reception hall. Liu Zhi sprang out of his chair. "Y-you're early!"
The old man sat down in Liu Zhi's vacated seat without ceremony, picked up the untouched cup of tea, and took a sip of the hot drink.
"This is last year's stale tea, isn't it? You're a gang leader, however minor. How can you be so ignorant of life's pleasures?"
"All right, why are you standing? Isn't this your home? Sit."
Liu Zhi nervously