Fengyi River.
Rain and mist swirled outside the building. Nangong Ye stood at the window in a black dress, a letter in his hand. His face was like cold jade, showing little expression, but a keen edge lay hidden in his phoenix eyes.
That demoness Bu Yuehua was almost buckling under the pressure.
The Seven-Star Nails sealed her qi meridians. Although they would not kill her, she could not force herself to fight as he could, risking the spread of Yang Poison.
In a place like the Southern Border, crawling with demons and followers of evil paths, even Ancestor Sikong had to show up and flex some muscle from time to time, lest the wolves beneath grow beyond control.
And Missing Moon Manor was one of the Gu Poison Sect's three giants. Its standing depended on strength.
If the one at the helm went soft and could no longer keep the people below in line, she would end up just like him, with wolves eyeing her estate.
In Great Qian, at least the Imperial Court served as arbiter. The various sects had to observe law and reason; they could not slaughter a city in retaliation for the destruction of a stronghold.
The Southern Border was a lawless land. Fights there drew real blood.
Bu Yuehua claimed to be in seclusion, but after nearly a year without taking action, rumors were already running rampant below, and people were itching to move.
If someone reckless enough to risk death came knocking and Bu Yuehua backed down, afraid to fight, she would be in enormous trouble.
For that reason, Bu Yuehua had sent a secret letter to Purple Emblem Mountain, which Zhang Guan had delivered to him. It contained two points:
They would shake hands, make peace, and dissolve the Blood Pact...
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