Looking at the two strange figures with gray cloths covering their faces, the middle-aged man grew slightly wary and sent out his Divine Sense to probe them.
He discovered that the slightly taller one was an ordinary person. He could not quite determine the cultivation realm of the woman who had spoken earlier, but she sounded so young-how high could it possibly be?
"Nothing but rats who dare not show their faces."
A disciple of the Three Capitals Sect said beside him, "The city guard issued an alert this morning. You must be the ones they're after."
Watching Jing Jiu's and Zhao Layue's reactions, the middle-aged man grew increasingly certain that this conjecture was correct. He relaxed a little, and murderous intent followed close behind.
In a place like Chaonan City, even cultivators could not kill people at will. But if those being killed could not bear the light of day to begin with, who would care?
The middle-aged man abandoned the idea of demanding the medicine. Smiling at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue, he said, "Your greatest mistake was not giving the medicine to those two monks back at the Precious Tree Residence."
Then he instructed his disciples solemnly, "Kill them. Be careful not to damage the medicine."
Several flying swords tore through the air toward the far end of the narrow alley, heading straight for Zhao Layue.
As the flying swords reached her, several afterimages suddenly appeared, like flowers blooming. It was difficult to tell which swords were real.
These were the Three Capitals Sect's Three Flowers Sword Arts, famed for their eerie unpredictability. Ordinary cultivators who were unprepared would often be struck in their very first exchange.
Zhao Layue waved her hand, and the Unthought Sword emerged, flying around her body at such speed that