After Huo Yuhao dealt with Dai Yueheng, Gu Qiu'er could not wait to ask, a little angry:
"How did it go, Yuhao? Did you find out why that sick cat tried to assassinate you?"
Huo Yuhao shook his head, his expression grave. "Someone tipped him off about my background. Dai Yueheng was afraid I would compete for the position of White Tiger Duke, but he doesn't know who that person was either."
Extracting memories was not difficult. Using necromancy and technological methods, Huo Yuhao had made a device that could view memories. With Dai Yueheng unconscious at the time, he had offered no resistance, and Huo Yuhao had learned everything he wanted to know.
"Someone from the Inner Court?"
They all ruled out anyone from the Outer Court. Apart from their own group, no one in the Outer Court could set foot in the Inner Court.
Huo Yuhao soon stopped thinking about it. The Inner Court and Outer Court were almost entirely isolated from each other, and he normally had no dealings with the Inner Court. With the clues they currently had, there was no way to work out who it was.
Still, judging by how that person only dared to kill with a borrowed blade, they had little connection to the White Tiger Lineage. In the end, the matter could only be left unresolved. Huo Yuhao would not dwell on something that yielded no answers.
The days passed like this until, one day, Zhang Lexuan told all the core disciples in the class to follow her somewhere.
Their destination was the Soul Fighting Arena. Quite a few people were already there, and more kept arriving, including plenty of familiar faces. Soon, around thirty students had gathered, and no one else came. By the look of them, they were all