Han Hexuan watched Wang Chong and Yuwen Xuandu exchange blows. He had come to spy on them every day for the past several days, and even after Wang Chong and Yuwen Xuandu returned to their seats, he did not move.
"Wen Zhengchun has unparalleled talent. To think someone like him could endure in silence for over twenty years, only beginning to show his brilliance after leaving Chang'an-his temperament is terrifying too. Now he has even infiltrated the Eighteen Tribes. Who knows whether he will become a mighty ruler of the Central Plains or an unrivaled overlord of the Great Grassland?" For the first time in his life, Han Hexuan hesitated. He knew that if he turned and left, he might never have another chance to kill Wang Chong. But if he stayed, Wang Chong had two Grandmaster Realm experts beside him. Yuwen Xuandu was even at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm, capable of exchanging dozens of moves with him one-on-one, while he had failed to fathom the Princess of Yan's true abilities in their last encounter. With those three together, he had no chance of carrying out an assassination.
Just then, over a hundred people surged into the Prefectural Governor's Residence in a mighty procession, killing seven or eight of the Wind-Treading Cavalry guarding it. His spirits abruptly lifted, and he thought, So the fools from the Jiang Family have made their move.
Wang Chong had only exchanged a few remarks on martial arts with Yuwen Xuandu when he heard a clamor from the front courtyard. Moments later, someone came racing in and shouted, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan! The Jiang Family has fought its way in!"
Wang Chong raised an eyebrow and said, "Cousin, could you withdraw for the moment?"
Jiang Wenjun was also in the Grandmaster Realm.