As Chu Xisheng scanned his surroundings, his right hand tightly gripped the saber at his waist.
Those mere three hundred and fifty elite fighters from White Cloud Stronghold could not have stimulated his Yazi Saber Intent to such a high intensity.
The Shangguan Clan soldiers inside Ancient Market Town also harbored ill intentions toward him.
Chu Xisheng silently mocked himself.
No wonder he had felt uneasy all the way to Ancient Market Town. His spiritual sense had been warning him, sensing approaching danger.
Without even realizing it, he had stepped straight into a pit.
"Apparently, Shangguan Longjian arranged this before his death."
Wu Meiniang took out her pipe. With a snap of her fingers, she conjured a flame through Spell Arts and lit the tobacco.
"He was determined to take first place in the True Inheritance Trial, but he didn't want to offend the Zhengyang Martial Academy or the Iron Banner Gang, much less create a rift with the Linhai Zhou Clan. So he paid a hefty sum to have White Cloud Stronghold act.
"When the Shangguan Clan's head, Shangguan Shenhao, found out, not only did he not stop it, he pushed it forward, saying he wanted to fulfill his son's last wish."
The corner of Chu Xisheng's mouth twitched, and he could not help cursing inwardly, Fuck.
They really had been a little too late in killing Shangguan Longjian.
He truly could not underestimate the viciousness and ruthlessness of these powerful clans.
Then he cast a sidelong glance at Wu Meiniang.
Chu Xisheng reflected on just how well-informed she was. She could even uncover something the Shangguan Clan had kept this secret?
Just then, Lu Luanli emerged from around the corner of the corridor, beside herself with fury. "If you knew about this all along, why didn't you tell