Everyone could see clearly that the young disciple of the Green Mountain Sect was only in the Mind-Bearing Realm. He had probably left the mountain with his senior brother to gain experience, and by rights, he was no match for Zhu Jie. Yet for some reason, when he said those words, they felt that the moment he drew his sword, Zhu Jie's blood would spatter the ground.
Was this the might of the Green Mountain Sect's swords?
Zhu Jie's face paled slightly. Eager to cultivate connections and meet a close attendant of the Western Prince, he had arrived a little late today and had no idea anyone from the Green Mountain Sect was here.
Hearing those words, he could not help regretting it deeply, and resentment welled up in him as well.
Why had the mighty Green Mountain Sect sat in that dark corner without saying a word from beginning to end? Why put on this show of keeping a low profile?
"I was only talking nonsense off the cuff. Please don't take offense, Daoist Friends."
He hurried to say this.
The Left Rain Envoy of the Great Marsh smiled at Yao Songshan. "You really ought to change that catchphrase of yours. It does sound rather frightening."
The Green Mountain Sect and the Great Marsh were on friendly terms. Yao Songshan nodded in acknowledgment and said nothing more.
Watching this, Shi Fengchen sighed inwardly and lightly waved his sleeve, replacing the picture on the wall.
It was a greatly enlarged map, with red dots marking the location of each murder, linked together into a line.
A Daoist cultivator asked in puzzlement, "Those two fiends turned from Shangzhou toward Chaonan City, then headed north, before turning west again at Yuzhou. In other words, they started in South River Province and made