Tang Yan also sensed that something was wrong. He was actually not far from the Flower Shop, within a li of it, since Bai Qingqian had no need to go far to shop and had stayed nearby.
Whether Zhang Hancheng succeeded or failed, there was no way there would be no disturbance at all. Especially in a fight between two Sword Cultivators, never mind alerting Horseshoe Town-even alerting all of Year-End City would have been nothing unusual.
Then he could proceed with the next step of his plan, spreading the fact that Shanmen Sword Cultivators were slaughtering one another through the mouths of Year-End City's many cultivators. Two gains in one stroke, two birds with one stone.
That was the Daoist Sect's plan. They were certainly not merely plotting an assassination; that would have underestimated their ingenuity far too much. Their aim was to kill that detestable Hou Niao while undermining the Quanzhen Sect's internal stability, creating a clash of principles within it.
The Daoist Sect understood very well that applying external pressure alone to bring down a demonic sect like Shanmen Quanzhen would only make it stronger under that pressure. The true solution lay in breaking it apart from within.
Without the slightest disturbance, he had no way to carry out his next move.
Had they killed each other? Had Zhang Hancheng seen through the Daoist Sect's intentions and chosen to back out? Or were they still locked in a life-and-death struggle?
He could not wait. This was a trait shared by all people of exceptional drive: they did not pin their hopes on luck.
With a stir of his divine sense, another Daoist appeared in the room, advanced in years and sharp-eyed.
Tang Yan was very respectful. "Senior Brother, I'm afraid I must trouble you to go and