So much had happened at today's inauguration ceremony for the Green Mountain Sect Master that many people had overlooked another strange thing.
Namely, Qingrong Peak Master Nan Wang had not spoken from beginning to end. She had either gazed into the distance or turned her back, and few people had even seen her face.
Whether as the most doted-on Junior Sister of True Person Liu Ci's generation or the willful southern princess rumored to loathe Martial Uncle Jingyang most, she should not have appeared so indifferent.
Who could have imagined that she had secretly followed Jing Jiu and would be the first to storm his door?
Gu Qing, Zhuo Rusui, and Yuan Qu knew nothing of those events years ago, nor did they understand why she was blocking the entrance. They knew only that she radiated an extremely dangerous feeling, and could not help becoming exceptionally vigilant. Was she planning to kill Jing Jiu herself and wash away Green Mountain's humiliation?
Nan Wang turned and walked into the small courtyard.
Jing Jiu waved a hand to undo the formation and followed her inside.
Zhao Layue withdrew the Unthought Sword and signaled for everyone to stay where they were and not disturb them.
Zhuo Rusui and the others did not understand. The baleful intent, even murderous intent, emanating from Nan Wang was so obvious. Was she not afraid something would happen?
Big One naturally wanted to stay behind too, but Jing Jiu held it fast in his arms.
Jing Jiu gripped the fur around its neck so tightly that even its face was somewhat distorted, its eyes slanting upward in a flippant expression of having nothing left to live for.
Gu Qing walked over to Zhao Layue, somewhat worried, wanting to ask exactly what was going on.
Boom!
A sudden thunderclap