Clouds had suddenly come down, and it started to drizzle. Fog suddenly started to form, and there was a dampness in the air. 

A jeweled carriage carrying Lin Xun and Lin Zhong navigated through the cobweb-like streets at a leisurely pace. 

Along the way, they occasionally heard screams and thunder-like deafening sounds of battle. 

However, they quickly ceased like nothing had happened.

Lin Xun calmly sat in the carriage because he didn’t need to guess to know that the ambushes along the way were from either the Chi, Zuo or Qin Clans. 

Or perhaps, all three clans had joined forces. 

They lay in ambush because they knew that Lin Xun would hold a conference in Stone Cauldron Alms.  

Lin Xun just hadn’t expect them to be so impatient. They had clearly realized that he had become a huge threat to them due to his rapid rise, and they couldn’t allow him to grow anymore. 

“Fortunately, Stone Cauldron Alms has dispatched many people. Otherwise, we would have to face unpredictable fierce battles along the way…” 

Lin Xun lifted the curtain inside the carriage and peered into the distance. He happened to see a blood-red flower blooming afar—it was tragic but somehow beautiful.  

Lin Zhong reminded him, “Young...