"Anyway, I can't work out who did it. Although I'm not particularly interested in the Scripture of Great Peace, I keep feeling that Jianghu hasn't been very peaceful lately. I have a vague feeling that something is about to happen, and it leaves me uneasy." As Dugu Sheng said this, his earlier relaxed expression vanished, replaced by a certain gravity.
"You're not the only one. I feel the same way. Undercurrents are surging through Jianghu. In particular, those Demonic Sects have lain low for over a decade. By rights, it's about time they made their move. Jianghu has been fairly peaceful these past ten-odd years. Perhaps many sects have forgotten and become immersed in their stable lives. They'll suffer badly for it." Hong Yi sighed.
"Brother Hong, the last great upheaval in Wulin was over a decade ago. We were both young then, so it didn't leave that deep an impression on us. But from what those old men have said, I know that once turmoil breaks out in Jianghu, there's no telling how many sects will be caught up in it." Dugu Sheng also spoke with feeling.
"What happened over a decade ago wasn't so bad. The truly great upheaval was the Profound Ice Sect incident thirty years ago!" At this point, an unusual look appeared on Hong Yi's face.
"I've heard about it. That truly was a catastrophe for Wulin. If I remember correctly, the Beggar Gang's leader at the time was your master's senior fellow disciple, wasn't he, Brother Hong? Even he didn't survive. The casualties were far too severe. Of course, several members of my grandfather's generation in the Dugu Family died too." Dugu Sheng also looked distinctly uncomfortable as he spoke.
"Never mind our people—even Shaolin's eminent monks couldn't escape death. The Dharma Hall Chief,