Jiang Tian was surprised by the obvious change on Jiang Wuji’s face, “Forefather, what did you think of just now?”

Jiang Wuji reacted. He suppressed the shock from his conjecture and shook his head, “Nothing, nothing.” Because his conjecture was simply absurd, Jiang Wuji didn’t even know where to begin if he was to explain to Jiang Tian and the others.

At this moment, he would rather wish that his conjecture was wrong.

Jiang Tian once again looked at the present patriarchs and sect chiefs, and said in a cold voice, “I’ll be frank with everyone here. Huang Xiaolong killed my nephew, and then Junior Brother Huang Zhouping. He has taunted and disregarded the Holy Alliance as well as the Jiang Family. There is an abyss of blood feud between me and Huang Xiaolong. There can only be one of us in this holy ground. Everyone here has always been a friend and an ally...