Qi Xuansu had said he would test his blade on Yan Xiu, but when the moment came, he changed his mind. After all, the Flying White Shadow was too eye-catching and would likely leave traces. So in the end, Qi Xuansu decided to settle the matter with his fists.0

It was not a real concern whether anyone could identify him from his fist technique, because since the Holy Xuan restructured the lineages, there had not been any truly secret techniques. Even the Taiyin 13 Swords had been made public, let alone a high-attainment method like the Tantai Fist Intention.0

Moreover, even if Qi Xuansu had used a completely unknown technique, those who were inclined to suspect him still would.0

It was like what the Taiping Sect had done in Jinling Prefecture. Everyone knew the truth, but without solid proof, nothing could be done officially.0

Strictly speaking, Qi Xuansu should not have acted in such haste, as this was a particularly sensitive time. But life rarely followed one’s wishes. That bald monk Yan Xiu would not remain at Sycamore Villa forever. Qi Xuansu was also no longer a wandering Daoist. He had...0