Zhao Changhe did not go off to die. He simply went to wash up, fooling himself into thinking he was like Ximen Chuixue[1], cleansing himself before heading out to kill.0

Everyone knew the real reason. There was no need to spell it out.0

The blind woman, with her heightened perception, watched the three of them wash up separately and felt nothing but exasperation. She found it hard to imagine how this group of people, given their current state, could possibly be battle-ready at a moment’s notice.0

And yet, the reality was quite the opposite—at least for Huangfu Qing and Yue Hongling, who were now brimming with killing intent, eager to draw blood. That damned pig had done nothing outwardly, merely helping them harmonize their internal energy, but since they could not vent their frustrations on him, they could only take it out on someone else.0

Three figures, faces taut and silent, slipped out of the embassy and made a beeline for Louguantai.0

Everyone had witnessed the rift between Yuxu and the Dao Lord. But under normal circumstances, even with such a schism, the Dao Lord would not kill Yuxu. Someone like Yuxu, a pillar of the Daoist sects, would not simply die under mysterious circumstances. Beyond the sheer loss of power, the reputational damage alone would be a cause for celebration among the Four Idols Cult and the Buddhist factions.0

If Yuxu were to die, the Tome of Troubled Times would certainly announce...0