Several years earlier, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had left the Green Mountain Sect and traveled tens of thousands of miles, all the way to Haizhou. Only because they were attending the Four Seas Banquet had they reappeared in the world.
On their journey, they had encountered many monsters, people, and cultivators, then killed them with a single stroke of the sword.
Zhu Gui, the abbot of Black Dragon Temple, had been one of them.
This so-called eminent monk had delighted in violating other men's wives and daughters, and had secretly committed untold atrocities. Simply because he had an old connection with Consort Hu in the palace, no one had dared intervene.
Unfortunately, he had met Zhao Layue, and so had died without any fuss.
When Consort Hu learned of this, she flew into a rage and swore to avenge Zhu Gui.
The Pure Heaven Bureau had mobilized such an enormous force to hunt down the killers largely because of the immense pressure from the palace.
No one had imagined that Zhu Gui's killer was Zhao Layue, the Peak Master of the Green Mountain Sect's Ninth Peak.
With matters having developed this far, they could only let it go. The Pure Heaven Bureau suffered a tremendous setback, and Deputy Inspector Shi Fengchen was so thoroughly sidelined that he lost all real authority.
Could the Noble Consort truly let go of this grudge? Everyone knew that was impossible.
Zhao Layue understood this very well too, but as she looked at the beautiful woman beneath the tree, she felt no fear, not even a trace of unease.
Even if you were the Divine Emperor's most favored consort, could you really demand a Green Mountain Sect Peak Master's death?
Consort Hu's gaze lingered briefly on Zhao Layue's and Jing Jiu's faces. Anger flashed