In another room of the Fragrant Pavilion, Lu Xiaofeng was happily drinking wine and listening to a little tune.
Beside him sat a man who could not keep still.
"Sikong Zhaixing, could you stop fidgeting like a monkey? You're ruining the music for me."
Lu Xiaofeng drained a cup and gave his old friend an exasperated look.
Sikong Zhaixing also gulped down some wine. "Little Chicken Lu, I asked you here to help. Did you tell Right Envoy Lin that I had no choice but to come, and never had any intention of stealing his things?"
He had originally thought he was simply being invited to meet a senior of the Thief Clan. He had even imagined that he might receive the man's legacy and become the Thief Sect Leader someday.
The opportunity had indeed come, but it was not quite what he had imagined.
The Thief-Sovereign had sent word that he wanted to assess the talents of the Thief Sect Disciples throughout the land. Whoever completed his task would receive everything he had learned, including the title of Thief Sect Grand Marshal.
For all those master thieves, this was an enormous opportunity.
Countless people had declared that they would complete it, even if they had to venture into a dragon's pool and tiger's den.
But Sikong Zhaixing, who knew how powerful Lin Lang truly was, understood that even if Lin Lang did not personally guard the Deer-Cutting Saber and simply left it sitting there, anyone who dared take it would be provoking him and would be hunted for ten thousand miles.
Even at the ends of the earth, where could they escape?
Even if they fled beyond the Sun Moon Holy Cult's reach, sects such as the Sword Sect and the Holy Sect would surely pursue them too, unless