The 7th army camp.

Lu Wenting’s face was white with rage. Flames nearly spouted from his eyes as he roared, “Where is he? God damnit! Didn’t I tell you guys to protect Young Master Lin no matter what? Instead, you guys are the ones who escaped and returned! Do you think I don’t dare to kill any of you?”

His voice boomed like thunder, nearly flipping over the roof and causing the guards outside to tremble in fear. This was the first time they had seen Lu Wenting so enraged.

In the room, Hu Tong and the others bowed their heads in shame.

“Hu Tong, you stay behind. Everyone else, scram!”

Lu Wenting knew that anger wasn’t going to solve anything. The most important thing to do was to quickly understand the situation and try to find a solution.

When A'bi, Yang Xiong, and the rest left, Hu Tong took a deep breath and began recounting the events of their journey to Tiger Canyon.

Gasp!

Lu Wenting could not help but gasp upon hearing that Lin Xun gravely injured several Enlightened Spirit experts in succession with a bow and awed everyone with his migh...